It's Too Late to Apologize

Swirling oceans and fierce riptides. Both coasts consumed with the arrogance of all worlds toward the godly. I sit in the middle, in terrane of safety and quiet. I sit quietly and try to gather my energy. I melt with fatigue and a feeling of pointlessness. I remember that day the Line Deputy exploded all over me. I should not be walking or have a face and nose at all. One day the malady will be apparent. I do not want an apology. I want a whole new world society. Nathan (psychology) is stalking in vicinity. Watch out LD, before his tides hit you square in the BRAIN. He is completely insane. He worked in Marion County Jail, but is from a rich family in Muncie, IN. He is part of triplets named Nate, Nathan, and Nathaniel. Talk about insanity. He killed the other two while he was working with me, and while they were working as nannies and abusing babies heinously. I know it all sounds like a freaky Grimm Fairytale, but it is not. It is reality. He comes through people whose hair is curly, short, and semi blonde to light brown (originally blond).