There is a God. And do you know how I know there is one? She likes toying with me. Has God become more maniacal in her quest to play my life? It looks like it. Because lately the downs are becoming more and more like mind-fucks that the ups bring relief rather than joy.
In the past few weeks I've had to look myself in the mirror and choose my life over another's. The decision was terribly easy to make. I'd made plans to end that life. But when the time came to finally do the deed, God decided she was just funning with me. So now, there is relief and I haven't yet become a murderer.
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