My father shot himself in the head over an argument we had, he died several days later in the hospital on my 14th birthday. I got over it in time and found a young lady whom I married, we had 2 kids then she started to cheat on me. Finally we divorced. My daughter came to visit me 10 days after her 17th birthday, on the 11th day she was killed in a car accident. I had worked the day prior and we had plans to go out and celebrate that night but she wanted to spend time with her old friends and said we could go out together the next night. It never happened... My son holds me responsible for her death and does not talk to me. After much depression I decided to move away as the memories in the house were too much for me. Eventually I found a another young lady and we were getting very serious. Suddenly I started getting very ill. I put off going to the doctor for several months. When I finally did go, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I can't get a f'ing break, I am depressed, sad, miserable, and sick as all hell... I welcome death and the end of this reality but fear that my luck will continue and I will end up making a recovery to prolong my torment. |
Mark 11:22-25
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