My rant
Pain is served in a cup was a favorite quote of mine until recently. It meant that though pain may hurt(duuuhhhhh....), but there is only so much pain before the cup is empty. I beg to differ. My first sip was to learn that my sister's operation failed, and that now she will have to undergo a second, more dangerous operation. 60% survival rate. The next gulp was when I lost something dear to me, which I will no longer speak of. I thought my long drink from this cup over when my mother pointed out that I was being an asshole for acting a bit depressed. Then she came home to inform me today that my dog, a more faithful friend than anyone could ever ask for, has cancer throughout his entire body. Later this week he will be taken to die. Someone must have broached the barrel, because my cup seems eternally full. For anyone who cares, I forsake any delusions of a kindly god. No potent God would allow any follower or child, no matter how devout, to the tortures I now endure. I hesitate to end my troubled exsistance at this point only for the benefit of my family and friends who I know would mourn my passing.