Here I sit smoking a cig, ruminating on all the bullshit I've been fed my whole life.
God, Bah
Heaven, Pshaw!
All we've got is hell and we're living in it!
I spent all of my time growing up trying to please a mythological god.
in some ways i think I still do.
I feel like I'm trapped in prison with the only hope of release being death.
I can't kill myself because it would hurt far too many people.
here I sit praying for death to a non-existant god.
God, Bah
Heaven, Pshaw!
All we've got is hell and we're living in it!
I spent all of my time growing up trying to please a mythological god.
in some ways i think I still do.
I feel like I'm trapped in prison with the only hope of release being death.
I can't kill myself because it would hurt far too many people.
here I sit praying for death to a non-existant god.
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Oh, wait . . .
I mean, sorry to hear you are having such a rough time of it. Were I to send you some advice, I might suggest you try a heavy dose of romantic comedy DVDs and an honest conversation with your doctor. All I can say is, I have enjoyed your company in the past and I hold out hope that you can hold your own company in similar high regard in the future.
Wow. Suddenly I'm Captain Big Words.
I won't bother praying for you. But you are in my thoughts, which is the kengineer functional equivalent.