Yesterday-preschool day

Out of sorts since yesterday. How amI ever going to make any real progress this way

It seems like just about any involvement he has in Haven’s life is tainted with his sickness

Like all of it is twisted Into something about him

Taking this beautiful innocent trusting love and just brutally murderIng it knowingly remorselessly mindlessly because he himself is dead a wraith soulless and belligerently wasteful destructive venomous a big gapIng wound In humanity eternally oozing poison irresistibly compelled to a constant bemoaning Of its self-inflicted misery