Why should I continue to live when I have nothing to offer anyone? Give my heart away, only to have it tossed aside like yesterday's trash.
These 41 years have been nothing but a waste of time. Only ever talked to when something is needed. Never approached for just a conversation.
There is no God or Satan. Religion lies to all. If there is such a thing, why was I allowed to be born? What is my purpose?
I have no purpose. I will never find love, nor know the joy of being a parent. I wish this last heart attack would have killed me.
That way I could be out of everyone's life. I know when death takes hold soon, not a single person will actually care that I'm no more.
The only ones who would care, are those who only ever talk to me when they want money, or in the case of here, blings and bling packs.
Time to make everyone's life better, and for me to leave this all behind.