i demand a purpose. i will invent facts to support the fact that i am here for a purpose, i am not a series of chemical reactions that simply exists to reproduce. maybe fruit flies fit that description, but i’m gonna need a prescription if it turns out i was not created for some divine purpose.
all the climate and storms and eve eating that apple what is the heart of hearts of what god wants me to do he is here to save me he created me..a sinner so that he might save my soul thank you jesus. where would i be if you hadn’t created me and then saved me. thank you jesus.
someone show me the best window to jump out of
i dont want to wake up alive, covered in smegma.