I take back what I said. Oh dear Fuzzy waht is wrong with us? I feel the evil one looking out my eyes. I feel it wanting to control. It gets a smart *** grin and it wants blood. I want to believe what I said. That we are light inside and the blackness is on the outside. Things that other people have given us as we grew. But this thing in me is not light. It struggles to be free and it giggles when it breaks loose and it is malicious and horrible. I feel as if I must give it what it wants from me or it will take what it wants from others and it will distroy me. The fight hurts. My chest hurts my head hurts I can hardly breathe. please save me.
carrie