I am pure evil. I put on a show for people but secretly I wish everyone would just leave me the hell alone. Many years ago when I was in my 20’s, I sold my soul to the devil. I had a seance’, complete with candles the pentagram, the whole thing. Initially I didn’t think anything had really happened, but now I’m convinced I did what I intended to do, and there is no going back.
I sold my soul in exchange for health wealth and happiness. I lost everything and gained nothing. I’m not healthy, certainly not rich, and I’m not happy either. I’m convinced that this deed of mine has resulted in something similar to demonic possession. I think this because some things I think and do I wouldn’t have done prior to my deal with the devil. He talks to me. Tells me to do things. Sometimes I do them sometimes I don’t. Sometimes he leaves me alone, but he’s here most of the time. He breathes in my ear. He’s a figure I see out of the corner of my eye. He torments me at night. He tells me I’m worthless and I believe him. He tells me I’d be better off dead and I believe him. He tells me my family would be better off without me and I believe him. He controls me. I’m tired of resisting. If I give in, I am afraid of what will happen. I know I’ll eventually kill myself, but I’m afraid of whet happens before that.