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Okay. I didn't go to sleep. But I've come to a revalation. There is no god. We are are own God. We create and we destroy. I don't care if I'm a little dizzy, It's the fucking truth. What fucking God would leave all of us like this? Fuck God. If he does exist, Fuck him in his God Damn Ass. He's shit. I'm my own God.
Life is to damn complicated. None of us will ever know everything. How can we live without every piece of the puzzle? We can't. So we have to settle for creating false gods in our images. It's what he choose, so why should we deny the almighty God the pleasure of watching us coming ttoo this conclusion?
The only thing that keeps me from killing myself anymore is the the fact that if there is a God, I don't want to give him the satisfaction.
Fucker.
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