Life (at least that’s what they call it) is one big pile of s***. Daily I am weighed down with feelings of doubt, hatred of others, self hatred, anger, guilt, depression debilitating fear of people, et cetera. I feel like something is tormenting me, like a demon or a spirit or something, I don’t know. Because I am constantly being bombarded by feelings of hatred for god and hatred for religion. Lately I have been desiring to destroy any and all things religious. I wish I could burn a mountain of bibles. I would even like to destroy god. Completely wipe him away from human memory, but I know that is an impossibility. How could anyone love a god who allows evil people to prosper and live abundant lives while little babies are raped, tortured, murdered and starved to death right in front of his very eyes? I could never love a god who does that.

I just want someone to feel pain like I feel it. With each passing day, the need to hurt others grows and grows. The desire to end my own life is just as strong. I am just so sick to f****** death of feeling trapped by “LIFE”. What is the point of life anyway? We eat, sleep, s*** and scramble around struggling to make ends meet. We’re all going to die anyway, so what is the point of prolonging things? If you really think about it, we are all better off dead. One bullet to the head and we could be free from all of the b******* that life throws at us. I know I am just rambling but I just needed to get this off of my chest. I don’t give a f*** if anyone reads it. I just needed to say it.

Hate and anger are the only real things in my life.