So this is basically my manly diary.

NOT FOR BABIES!
NOT FOR WIMPS!
NOT FOR NORMAL PEOPLE!

I'm not going to talk much about the experiments, but mostly the effects of it and maybe some memories.

This is sort of a wussy poem. This is not what I would normally write.

Always,

The present hurts,
The past scars.
The future terrifies.

Today,

My present is full of loneliness,
My past is full of pain,
And my future is known.

As a kid,

My present was scary,
My past was a distant memory,
And my future was filled with runes that burned my faerie skin off the bone.