I'm sick and feeling sorry for myself. I don't know what I'm trying to be anymore - superhuman or something? I'm trying to be philosophical about it, but the animal in me just bleeds. I feel like my soul is hemorrhaging. Yes, I need to be loved and I need to be pitied. I'm not above that.
But there's only so much other people can do for you. I regret every decision I ever made. The difference between a world without God, I read today, is not lack of morality, it's lack of redemption. There is no redeemer. Everything is cast in stone. Loss is forever.