Everyday, I wake up. I pray five times a day for some release from this mortal coil, and in between, I find solace in reading, exercise, or sleep depending on how bad the depression is. Sometimes I watch MIT or Stanford vidoes. Sometimes their from Berkeley. Last week I read Nietzsche, that was fun.

In any event, I don’t think I’ve left this house in over four weeks. Alone, with a God I know doesn’t want to hear my problems five times a day, I am 21. This is my existence. Who would choose this? Apparently I would.

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