I don't know where to begin but all I know is that I am 27 years old and I've been in the shitter so much for so long all of my life and so is my family and knew when my loving, sweet, tender, caring and devoted girlfriend passed away there was no god. Because if there was a god, why does he hate me so much and torture me like he does. I've experienced so much shit that I fucking think there is a god and that god is me. The god of failure and shit. But I guarantee you that there really is no god. That's how bad things are in my life. | |
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