A hope and a prayer...

Just some depressing sh!t, please ignore.


In my times of trouble I look to nature, numbers, ghosts in the sky, tarot, but it's all meaningless baseless hope against hope and adds up to nothing. There's no benevolent force that takes care of us, you either take your shot true from the start, or you miss your mark entirely, and are left to suffer.
My advice to my younger self would be that there are no second chances, no miracles, no such thing as divine intervention.
I hope things don't work out this week, because I really am in love with the idea that suicide is the best solution.