Resentment toward the World

The world is a cold, heartless place. Nothing ever works out for anyone, really. They may think it does, but no matter how happy you are, it just shits on you in the end. There is no God. That's what I now believe. If there is a God, then he's a cold, cruel, sick, twisted, heartless bastard and I fucking hate him. Life is precious, and yet...pointless. You hold on to it with everything you've got, to keep everything you love and treasure. But in the end, it's all taken away. It's no use. You just die anyway.