I'm an angry man. I've worked my ass of since the age of fourteen. My parents precede me in death. I'll follow in about twenty years because genetics says so. I have a house I'll never see paid for. My life belongs to millionaires. My stepson is dead. He blew his head off with a shot gun. My therapist asked me if I've ever tried journaling. I have a blog I replied. My hair isn't blonde anymore. I tried to lose weight; the lap-band is gone but the pain remains. Back pain, insomnia, apnea worry and anger. Six thousand cryptic religions and still no answers. All kin dead except a homeless, useless brother and a sunset cardboard box of ash that stands near my desk. I drive my dead mom's car. Diabetes, depression, sleepy metabolic spiral to no where. No drugs, no sex, no rock 'n roll, no prospects and no way out; .52% raise. People... what a bunch of bastards.
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Sorry to hear about your family, physical maladies, emotions, and such. You can find answers to your questions, solutions to your problems, and an end to your torment by placing your faith in Jesus. Jesus said unto her (Martha, sister of Lazarus), I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.-John 11:25&26
I sincerely appreciate the sentiment and the interest, but modern Christianity is quite the goofy ball of wax. I've been to many churches over the course of my life and the strongest presence I've felt there is greed.
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