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