ER, B-Green, Week-ness grew much worse today, but tonight it went away. Its this house, this hell house, these people who are possessed.

The more they hate and fight, the more I love and empathize, the more weight I feel. The more I suffer the closer I get towards truth. The more they destroy the larger the child grows, a good wide smiled child grinning ear to ear its love radiating past any destruction they can produce with their darkness.