And here I thought my memoirs were leaked.
I don’t think God hates me. But I do. I’m miserable and I hate life. But I don’t blame God for that. There’s bigger and more important things than my pathetic little life. And I’m not being sarcastic or spiteful, really I realize that in the grand scheme of things I don’t matter, so I honestly wouldn’t expect god to care and I understand that. It’s fine, I’ll probably die in a year or so anyway. I can always hope anyway.
Hey man, you matter to me.