I honestly don’t think I can take this anymore.  This is the turning point.  It either ends here, or I surrender  myself to insanity.

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God knows.

I know nothing.

On the road to being normal again.

I hope.

Life is more than enough.

Delusion is a powerful, powerful thing.

He’s at it again.

It doesn’t matter what goes on in my head.
It doesn’t matter what goes on in my head.
It doesn’t matter what goes on in my head.

Please consider the truth.

Okay this actually needs to stop.

For the past five years, this thing–I suppose you could call it some kind of fear–has gripped and paralyzed me for to the point that it dictates my demeanor and thought process to a dangerous degree.  In fact it is largely responsible for the easily hundreds of hours that have wasted away, all to what?  A conception I cannot even confirm the validity of.  I have wasted too much time, have done too much mental damage, for the sake of something I have no idea exists.  Deep down, I know my own truth.  If God cannot penetrate the surface of my mind with the understanding that they are not my true thoughts, then He has some work to do.  (And He should know that I say this out of defiance, but frustration.)

The pangs and feelings that carry with rejecting the concept should not be trusted.  Nothing in this world can be confirmed.  Not even my own sentiments.

We didn’t ask to exist.

I really hope you’re not as fucking stupid as I make you out to be.