depression

Today will be a definitive day for me...

...I swear, you can't ever just do but one damn thing in this world, can you? You could devote your life to the robe and still have to worry about some jackass stealing your bible every morning, I swear...  Or in the least, you are expected to buy in to someone's religion, serve someone's higher end, in the mean time.

Can't even kill yourself in this fuckin world without people calling you selfish, Christ's fuckin sake.

Everyone's got their head's so comfortably far up your ass, then they ask you for rent.

Look at Christ, for God's sake- mother fucker gets nailed to a cross for resurrecting ungrateful little shits, every fuckin time.

Ain't no point in pursuing logic; every road just leads to a dead-end- the start of another road, or the beginning of the same one... same shit to me. Same bullshit dream, same unending nightmare... yet we're supposed to be grateful.

The only people who are successful in this capitalist slaughterhouse are the ones who would do nothing to change the rules of their pig-eat-pig game.

It forces you to become something you never wanted to be, something with a little less soul than the day before, and if you don't, you're just another meat bag with a mental disorder.