respect what i say

At the present moment, i feel like trash, an utter waste of flesh. I do not know my purpose. I think that God hates me, even if there is a God. There problably is not a God in the first place. God is just a force of Nature, the energy of the Universe, or something like that. I believe that everything Natural and beautiful is being taken over and destroyed by Monsters, a virus called man. Humans are the biggest threat to this earth. I believe nobody cares for anyone except themself. If there are any undead souls out there, they aren't trying hard enough to fight and save the precious gift they were given. I believe everyone has a breaking point and will snap under enough pressure no matter what their beliefs are or how strongly they hold their ground. I believe everything and everyone are dying slowly and there is nothing they can do to stop it. I believe I am a mistake. I know my mother hates me and I know that everyone else does too. I am ugly, disgusting waste. I was never beautiful. I've never known beauty and never will. Scars will fade, but wounds never will. I feel like someone chopped off the hands, feet, and face of a teenage boy and stapled it to a malformed teenage girl's body. Nothing is ugly or hideous without a reason or history. I don't know why I am. Maybe that is my purpose; to find out why I am hideous.

I believe people use religion as an excuse/comfort/assurant for themselves. I believe that religion is a candy covered, spirit version of a government. I hate governments. They are selfish and weak. I hate politicians who use the truth to tell a lie, unlike artists who use lies to tell the truth. I get frustrated by government control. Everything someone does has to be approved by the government. The government is made up of humans with their ever frail human nature so of coarse the government screws up. No more time to write...........