Nothing

Alcohol have laid waste all hope.

I have no future in the normal sense. To love, to have a family, to live. Just empty words for me. Life has no meaning at all but to suffer. To atone. To die.

Life, such a vast empty waste. The sterile bad lands of the living. By reaching death I am more alive than most people. In the empty waste of life humans never really achieve living, they just reach survival. Life only grows, roots, in a deep somber desire to die. To die is to live. To enjoy life is to enjoy agony.

Suffering is the ultimate experience of life. It is life as life is, as it was meant to be when this blind, idiotic god created it.

To suffer. The real meaning of life.