Wasted

The world never stops banging on my backdoor. And spoken like the true bottom that I am...it's fucking rubbing me raw! It seems the powers that be have deemed it neccessary for me to question everything in my life...my power, my friendships, my career, my choices in men and evry other little thing that comes along. I'm tired of it and I am tired of feeling like shit every other friggin day. The glimmer of hope for happiness that I had must have died when Jason died. I can't figure out why I am so disfunctional and everyone else around me is enjoying the spoils of their world! Haha, maybe it is because I complain too much and I have no faith. Honestly, religion is the downfall of modern man...it was the downfall of premodern man and it will be the downfall of evry other man after I am dead and gone. Life would be better with faith though... I gotta believe that!