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I don't want to die horribly.

Life is something to be endured, not enjoyed.

I'm a sick individual. And there is no cure.

Maybe Bertrand Russell was wrong. Maybe it's the intelligent who are "cock sure" and the ignorant who are "full of doubt". How many years has that phrase been with us, that to have doubt is "intelligent"?

I don't deserve a corner. I deserve a cage. The world is shit. But some people are happy with shit. Blessed are those who are thankful for shit, for they will be amicable, and others will want to be around them. Cursed are those of us who want more out of life, for we shall spread and propagate the shit and experience the shame of responsibility for it.

My poor parents, I wouldn't want me for a son. Or...actually, I don't know. I think I could relate to myself if I had myself for a son. We'd argue all day and think it was perfectly normal and fine. I should be a foster parent for problem children. Problem children are the only children I couldn't ruin. Of course, I'd probably be miserable dealing with a problem child. But, really, that's what I deserve.

If God hates polemicists, he probably hates blasphemous polemicists more. Maybe I'm screwed plus...

I should humble myself before God. Why? Because God will NEVER humble himself.