I am begining to hate my life now. What is the purpose of my existent? I always hated my life. I do not even remember when is the first time my parents actually hit me. Too long ago for me to remember the date. What is the reason? Being dirty, not washing my clothes and all those minor little things which a child in a normal family can get away with just a little scolding. Right! The past is the past but I still feeling that life had been cruel to me. What am I doing? What am I doing it for? I do I get from doing it? Why are the things which others have and I do not have? All I have is one nasty temper! It is a fucktup life for me. There may be others who suffer more than me and yet still treasure their life! I really got to praise their preservance and determination. Now, I just wish to die painlessly or just lie in a coma and not having to do anything. I am slowing losing everything! My confident, my calmness and everything!!! Sigh...

To God,

If you are able to help me to get out of this miserable life, I am more than willing to become a devoted follower. Just tell me what religion you belong to. I got no idea how are you going to help me but please help me if you really exist.

Yours sincerely
Eugene