The End

How it began

Some people say your parents are they cause of your personality, that they determine how you act. Them people would be wrong. Your parents bring you into this world and nothing else. Your life is your decision, yet sometimes it feels out of your control. Destiny is one thing, but real life is another, and it plays by it's own rules.

There are those who believe in a God, yet I don't see a point, we all live then die. Maybe in the right live I would have been religious, maybe even beneficial to others. But I was born with that life, mine had always been a fight for survival, a constant struggle, now explain to me why your 'God', the almighty being didn't help. It's because he doesn't exist, and even if he does, he isn't a good God, he's made us all suffer. This world is close to it's end, and yet, still there's no sign of a saviour.

I stopped believing in life 5 years ago, that's when she left and took my baby with her. With one sheet of paper labelled 'divorce' my life was forever ruined. Life is a torture weapon, from birth we are ruined at least, I was. Tell me what I did wrong, I was born into a 'loving' family, then chucked out at the age of 6 because having two children was too much work. Then at age 20 I had a wife and a beautiful daughter, everything was going fine, then one day she left and took everything. What did I do wrong?