I feel hopeless. I’ve known about this site for awhile and I tend to use it to help myself out of my bind. Mostly, I read some posts and if I get the nerve I’ll … rant. It seems theraputic, and after almost a dozen ‘strangers’ emailed me when I choked on a bottle of sleeping pills… Well, only a select few would bother emailing. And I mean a select few were honestly being supportive and so I reciprocated. Its overwhelming, but it was awesome. Unfortunately, this is a scar in my spirit, so it will literally never go away. Memory is like that. And that’s good because 1) “You get what everyone else gets; You get a lifetime.” 2) All experience defines you.
A kid from a church youth group used this example: If you wish to God that you were a brave person, God’s gonna throw a hungry lion in your path at the worst time. At that moment, you can either curse God for the damn inconvenience, OR you can put God to the test and see how awesome you are.
Planet Earth can be a shitball in the darkmatter of space… only because theÂ monsters seem to convince us normalÂ humans to die. That’s it. If we would stick around, support each other, even through this piece of junk computer screen, there would be more understanding, more compassion, more passion, more goodness in the world… Then it would be the bad things going away, the bad people with the terrible plans and their awful consequences.
We stay alive – the bad monsters die. We outnumber them. We’ve already won.
Yeah, I used to think I’d fade to nothing in Nowheresville, too. That’s a lie. Don’t beleive it. There is a way out of there, and it is not death. If my sorry ass found it, you will too. Use the Internet wisely. I want you to be happy.