JESUSLAND IS KILLING EVERYTHING GOOD IN ME!

I don't even want to write anymore. I just want Social Security to pay out so I can get the hell out of here and resume my life.

There is nothing here... Nothing to do and no one doing anything themselves...

Everything good about me is rotting -- my goodwill toward all, my desire to do anything, my hope...

This place is a prison...

Mixx it!