GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY YOU PIECES OF DICK I'M GREATER THAN GOD'S BITCH-MONKEY CREATOR TODAY! Ok fine, but I'm thirty-three today and God has told me something is supposed to happen to me at resurrection age. Is it good or is it bad? Fucked if I know. I could be part of a giant conspiracy that upholds society by growing strong leaders who start to really blossom at this time of their development, or I could be a sheep being led to slaughter as a grand sacrifice to program society. I don't know. Could totally be deluded. Not the first time, I know.

Anyways, it's been a good day so far. Had a bunch of friends wish me a happy birthday and chat with me, which made me feel really good. Vince even sent me a song that brought a tear to my eye; Pumped Up Kicks. It made me realize how far I've come. I used to be this demonic antisocial loner who couldn't figure out why the world never gave him the time of day. Now I know it was because I clouded the love that was inside me. I was so lost that I couldn't even love myself. How much has changed.

I went out to the courtyard to smoke a couple times this morning thus far, and both times I started up a conversation with one of the homeless fellas who come here to shower or charge their phones or just feel safe for a few hours. It just felt natural, and the vibes were good. How did that happen? I remember still being Greg and shuffling myself into the corner every place I went because I just couldn't open up or make a connection or anything. I was too afraid, and too divergent. Now I've healed and returned to the path the flock travels on, and it is good. It is so damn good.