i cry uncle

I used to think there was a point to suffering – that at some point it just all adds up to some more meaningful life. I’m tired. I cry uncle. I need a great cosmic parent out there who is looking out for me and loves me and will save me from other people and myself. Maybe the whole idea of God is a bunch of people wishing they still had mommy to look after them.

Well.. guess it’s just time to buck up and keep on putting one foot in front of the other. I’m just so friggin tired of it.