I ask the creator every night – please just let me die. I’m old and therefore useless, and no matter how hard I try, I will never be good enough. Why do I keep waking up? Why won’t the creator just let me die? I am ready to go. I don’t want to be here any more. I am just done. I’ve thought about this for years and I just can’t find one single reason to live. Not one. I just don’t see the point.
The only hell that exists is the hell here on earth.
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Assuming the creator made things with a purpose, it’d have some type of reason why. Be nice if it were shared.
Yep, I agree!