TourdeForce24
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than I used to be. It seems I can't help it lately; I just love to be a complete prick to people. It gives me a warm tingly feeling inside. I never used to be this way when I had a full head of hair. I went out of my way to be nice to people, and of course they took dumps all over me for my effort. I'm not sure if the reason why I am a complete jerk with some seriously evil thoughts is because I am losing hair, or its just that I feel bitter and disillusioned with society and life, irregardless of my hair count.
I think being brainwashed with religion during my formative years implanted a persistent guilty streak into my mind. I actually followed the Christian guidelines, unlike most Christians, but (surprise, surprise) people just treat you like you are a loser. It seems as though we live in a world that rewards cruelty and malice, and I am just now fitting in. Is it no coincidence that I have twice as many friends now as I did when I was a devout religious man?
Nothing makes me happy anymore, and underneath all of my smiles are sick and twisted thoughts. I've never had a guilt-free day in my life. Guilt over everything in my life haunts me. Even when I have sex, I can hear a voice in the back of my head telling me it's wrong. I just wish I could make these socially crippling thoughts end. I can't keep going on like this . . . it's going to end one way or another.
I think being brainwashed with religion during my formative years implanted a persistent guilty streak into my mind. I actually followed the Christian guidelines, unlike most Christians, but (surprise, surprise) people just treat you like you are a loser. It seems as though we live in a world that rewards cruelty and malice, and I am just now fitting in. Is it no coincidence that I have twice as many friends now as I did when I was a devout religious man?
Nothing makes me happy anymore, and underneath all of my smiles are sick and twisted thoughts. I've never had a guilt-free day in my life. Guilt over everything in my life haunts me. Even when I have sex, I can hear a voice in the back of my head telling me it's wrong. I just wish I could make these socially crippling thoughts end. I can't keep going on like this . . . it's going to end one way or another.