August 29, 2001
Prozac
What is it with the human race? I fucking hate us.
Heaven, for me, is a place of no doubt. Hopefully, when we all die, we stop being paranoid-schizophrenic, hateful, decieving bastards. We are our own worst enemies. We are unhappy and alone because of our own self-serving/self-destructing devices.
I need Prozac.
astera at hell