Upon a second look, I've done a crapload of messed up s**t. Lost friends I wished I didn't, lost people I cared for on another level that I wished I didn't, changed people in the worst ways possible, and just further put myself into this very secluded, very remote world which I call my own. I feel bad. Alright, enough time sulking. There's no returning to that point of bliss anymore, so there's no use wallowing in it. 8P
On another note, I just hope that all those people that I ******** up with, know that I am so goddamned sorry for what I did, for what I let happen and for what I didn't try to stop.
This will be one of a few journal entries that I write with sincerity. Maybe even one of the few journal entries I will write in this thing again. Who knows.
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[i:074209c2c2]"A God who could make good children as easily a bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice, and invented hell -- mouths mercy, and invented hell -- mouths Golden Rules and foregiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people, and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites his poor abused slave to worship him!"
-Mark Twain[/i:074209c2c2][/size:074209c2c2]
-Mark Twain[/i:074209c2c2][/size:074209c2c2]