Yeah, I addressed God. Sure, he must be real...only a vengeful all-powerful cocksucker like that could fuck me over this hard, this often, and get such apparent glee out of it all.
No, I don't fucking care. No, it doesn't matter anymore. Yes, I'm going to go on being the helpful, there-for-ya guy I always am. I'm just never going to ever expect anything to ever come back my way, ever again. No, I don't give a rat's ass about what that might say or mean or anything, i just don't care.
Just leave me alone. I'm tired of the pain, and I can't type any more.