So I was thinking,

maybe I should do less of that.
The thoughts that are circling their way in a tuneless melody around my head are not useful so I thought I would try and get them away from my head to boil over somewhere else.
Fuck I want to die.
Stupid.
Time-waster.
Ugly.
Pathetic.
Useless.
Maniac.
Drama queen.
Get over yourself.
Self-centered.
I know no-one because I'm so wrapped up in me.
Crap friend.
Fuck-wit.
Reject.
Insecure.
Pointless.
Worthless.
Insignificant.
I do not know where God is in my life.
Embarrassed.
I have no answers.
Even when the questions are about me.
I do not want to be the expert on myself.
That is stupid.
Nicola hates me.
Facebook is silly.
But the former is still true.
Maybe I'll put a film on.
I need to pee.
God.
Who is this Jesus guy anyway.
Religion is stupid.
Do I feel spiritual?
Where's my bible.
I shall get it on the way back from peeing.
I am actually just having a wee convo with myself out loud here, I quite like it.
I'd like to learn to sign.
I'd like to be pals with Sarah, but it's too late at night to try now.
My hands are being awful.
Gid auld Des said "I would not know how to be human, how to think as a human being, how to walk as a human being how to talk or how to eat as a human being except by learning from other human beings." Therefore we are all shite and there should be a genocide of the human race because we are stuck in an endless cycle of ungrace.
Really it just disturbs me how full of ungrace my thoughts are.
I actually do not feel like I have the capacity to care.
I therefore believe that I serve no purpose in this monotonous life and hence should be culled.
If we cannot care what use are we?
Jesus' words are in green :)
It makes it look a lot better than when they put them in red.
That is colourist.
Bad heather.
You are a horrible person.
I do not like the way my name looks when I write or type it. That's why I tend to not use capitols. I feel it is slightly better this way.
Fuck I'm mental.
'My servants shall eat, but you shall be hungry.'
hmm. I'm hungry.
The WORD.
What's it all about.
Gonne someone tell me.
I'm stupid and ignorant.
I hate the world because it hated me first.
I think I want toast.
I think I should stop being an idiot.
I feel this is easier said than done.
How are you finding prayer?
Pah.
I'm useless.
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