April 7th
I have with God an obsession. That is why a whole lot of them can’t crawl in me. I feel self-conscious naked. He keeps telling me to call Him “Father”, but I don't feel worthy.
He’s (the devil) going to keep offering me stuff though he doesn’t know what I like. God showed me how he doesn’t know me. He’s smiling and offering me black licorice. I don’t like black licorice.
He said, “You don’t know which god you’re talking to.”
It’s a decrepit dog with a bad left arm that can only attack our minds.
He says I'll visit him everyday. Maybe he’s going to jail. – April 3rd, 2017 note
Feels bad to have almost been raped by a demon. Makes my stomach turn. His head is spinning around like in the movies. I’m crazy as hell.
They said, “Don’t talk to him.”
Dark shadow in shape of man ran behind me as I walked to the kitchen. Just happened to look over my shoulder and there it was.