We so Strange.

Human beings are strange as hell. What the fuck is going on, anyway?

We have no idea. Some people are convinced of some abstract ideas there's no way of really confirming.

I don't like who we are. I don't like who we're allowed to be.

There are too many options. It's a bad thing.

Inevitably a decent amount of people will choose some pretty shitty things.

My oldest brother is crazy. Kind of like my other older brother who killed himself. Kind of like me.

We're so entrenched in religious philosophy.

We've warped our minds around abstract goals.

I see it killing him like it killed J, my other bro.

Maybe I shouldn't believe in God. But God wouldn't like that. It's evil to not believe in God. It's evil to hate people like I hate people. It's evil to be alive.

I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand.

I don't know if I want God to be real. I'm so different than other people.

I can't tell who is more like humans are supposed to be.

all i am is hatred. i hate you for not being like i am.

i try to put the pieces together. they don't go together.

i don't work.

it's the only thing i really know. life isn't working.

you look like me, but you aren't like me.

you haven't hated everything about yourself for the past 10 years.

you don't believe in imaginary things with a passion. with a die-hard passion.

is there anything worth feeling over? is anything of any importance at all?

i have an idea that if i just think on it enough that i could know something. that i could realize something substantial about human existence. about my existence.

if there is no God in control who can i blame for our misery? who can i plead to? who can i trust...

why am i dying?

i am just so angry. i am so angry