Me Myself & Regret

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Happy!

I walk into my room with a pep in my step, and a heart full of blood.

How's everyone doing?

No one responds, because no one is here.

I stare at the wall and begin to crawl around the house hoping someone comes and sees me.

Unfortunately. no one does.

I do this for at least two hours before I decide to give up.

I start talking to a plant on a table, hoping that it can tell me something about why everyone and everything has vanished.

It doesn't tell me anything other than things I already know-Like; how much water we're supposed to consume on a daily basis, or where to locate your fingers.

I think it's amazing how far technology has come in the fact that we can now learn things like this from plants, but I knock it off the table when I realize it expected me to be an Idiot.

I am a smart man who knows smart things.

I will not be insulted by a plant.

Give a farmer seeds and she'll create food.

Give a musician a melody, and she'll create music.

But give a person an enemy?

They create nothing.

They only destroy, they only kill.

I wonder if GOD watches the events that unfurl when men take up arms against men.

And im afraid that when I die.

Maybe GOD will care about the things that I have done.

But the truth is, I'm more afraid that she won't.

I'm petrified by the idea of her sitting there, looking down on me, picking her nails barely able to summon the power to judge me.

Cause what then?

What if "bad" men aren't judged fairly?

People tell me to fear hell, but I believe there comes a point where you've done such awful things that you might aswell wonder if the devil will welcome you as a friend when you arrive.

Cause, the truth is.

I don't believe in anything anymore.

I then go to bed.

I fall.

I am going to hell.

...

There is a third god.

One without light and wires.

But the only thing I know about it is that it's not either of the first two.

See, there once was a pale girl with dark hair.

She was very lonely, but why was she lonely you ask?

All things must meet this girl, so they shunned her.

But when faced with loneliness, unlike the first god who hid in a sewer, or the second who planted her roots into the ground forever-more...

She took an axe.

And split herself in two.

Right down the middle.

So she would always have a friend.

I'm sorry, I can't tell you any more.

But since you're already here, I guess we can talk about something else.