I cost $2,560

Mar 08, 2007 00:12

Friends, loved ones, etc.,

Every night I kneel at the altar of respectability with one thought in mind: I want to believe in God so badly that it hurts.  And the one singular question that I would like to ask Him is this: Why did you have to make me this way?  If I were a little less intelligent, or a little less ugly, or a little more humble, I could get along with others so easily.  I could be a leader.  I could be important to someone.  But as it stands now, I am none of these things.  And so I drink.  And I drink a lot.  And I can feel it killing me, but I don't care.  I am not afraid to die, and that is why I will say anything to anyone at any time.  I need to go to bed now.

Michael
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