Why Is God Giving Me So Many Reasons To Be Angry With Him?…

how could things get better? By that I mean, what is your idea of things getting better? What would have to occur to make you take one small step away from killing yourself? It’s a question I think we should all ask ourselves every once in a while. Remind yourself that things can always get better. The first step to actualizing your ideal scenario is thinking up your ideal scenario. I honestly believe that where there is a will, there is a way. You have to be willing to do what needs to be done and courageous enough to say what needs to be said.

Imagine your life as an extremely messy table. There are papers and pencils and old food and a whole bunch of stuff that shouldn’t be there; clutter. My suggestion is to sweep everything off the desk of your life and start over. The desk is yours to do with what you want; you can put whatever you want on it. Or you can say fuck it, flip the desk over and kill yourself.

The people getting you down; they’re just characters in your world. This is your world, you are the main character in your life just as I am in mine. By who’s definition are you ugly or fat or this or that? You may look in the mirror and think yuck but in comparison to whom? What’s so important about looking better than the next person?

Let go of all the nonsensical garbage that you’ve been fed your entire life. Fact of the matter is, you’re an animal with an evolved brain; nothing more. Everything you’re told and read is opinion and observation. Not too long ago the world was flat; now it’s round. I’m sure at some point in time, they’ll invent some new way of analyzing the natural world and the shape of our planet will change again. We’re all blind but making like we know the way so don’t worry too much about it.

Everything you do(school, work, socialising etc) is a game made up by people just like you and me to keep everyone from turning into barbarians. We’re kept busy to keep from staring up at the endless cosmos and going insane. The problem you’re having with the game is the problem we all have with it; we’re trying to play it the way everybody else is. We’re trying to make it to death by living the same way that our tormentors live.

Acting to go unnoticed, to conceal your strangeness from those that lash out at the slightest hint of abnormality. Live your life according to you because it’s the only way to get comfortable during this ride. Enjoy every meal, keep your body going because really, it’s your only job. Pig out, who cares. You throw it up to keep the weight off, but for who? you? Ask yourself why you want to do this. Take the time to reflect on why you do the things that you do.