We all live, we all die. We all serve as much purpose as the life you take from a fly. It’s not god who told you to end it’s life, it’s not god that choked my fathers windpipe. But if it be true then I’m happy to not worship a murderer like you. Everything doesn’t happen for a reason, it is based on our own stupid decisions. I’m not the one who’s confused on who I am. Although I do spend my Sundays having conversations to paper with a pen in hand. Like a nun with a gun, I’m loaded with intentions and jesus christ I’ll do what I like. It’s understandable that understanding is difficult to understand. You’re just as lost as I, you’re just as impulsive as me and being confused is a given when you’re confusions bride. Seems like a waste of time. Who cares what happens when you die cause I believe that nothing is better to believe in. I believe in nothing, there’s nothing to believe in.