Selfishness.
Tonight I was intending to write out a long, philosphical essay about my recent thoughts on life. Now that I’m here though… I don’t know what to say.
Life makes me tired. And I’m confused about things I’ve always thought myself to be sure of. We’re wasting our time down here, you know? We could be doing so much good. Taking so many chances. Trusting solely in God and leaving our foolish doubts and ideas behind.
Of course, when I say “we”, I mean “I”. I’m ashamed.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.
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I doubt you have anything to be ashamed of.