There are so many choices we're faced with each day. Chose between right and wrong, between hell and heaven. Sometimes - most of the time - it's not clear which is which.
I've never been a particularly religious person. But sometimes I want to be, just so I'd have some kind of rules to live by. I've always written my own. Faith would be good, too. I've been told there's comfort in faith.
Right now I have no comfort. Everything is so difficult. I've been sick for so long, and now to pile more on top of it...
I don't even have a mother to run to. Never knew her. Don't even know my father's name. Isn't that a b***h?
No family, no past, and now...no future. I'm drowning here.
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