7th January

July, August was a time of change. That’s when He started shaving me. And when I got infected by His seed. And when He decided to give me pencil and paper to write a diary with. He didn’t say why He wanted me to write a diary, just gave me the gear and told me to write. So I did. Well not straight away, cause I didn’t know what to write. I was afraid to write anything at first because I thought He would read it and Punish me if I wrote what was in my head. But then I figured ‘What the hell’, it’s not like things can get much worse. So as you can see, I write what I feel like and so far He hasn’t read it. At least I don’t think so. I’m not even sure if He can read or not. Probably not