Most every day I wake up I want to die. I want my life to stop.

Seeing what people are from things like these, it’s even stronger. Human beings are monstrous evil toxic garbage. The self is a thin excuse for perversity. Goodness isn’t in the human heart and everything we pretend to be convinces me evil has won. Perhaps this is already hell. An o*** of pigs longing for the mud. I have no reason to live in a world like that. There’s no reason to hope. There’s no one left to trust.