To be honest, life is a lot better and worth living when I have everything under control. But this vice that has beleaguered me for over 10 years is not something that seems to want to be contained anytime soon, and to make matters worse, it looks like it’s commandeering the already-sinking ship that I’m in (For those of you who are reading this and have been long-time subscribers to Shimon Davis’s YouTube channel, you probably know what I’m referring to). God is my witness as He is my anchor. I fail Him each day as I did from when I entered this planet. To fix myself from the inside out will take a lot of coming to terms with things about me that make me ugly. They are my addiction, my insecurities, my transgressions, my past mistakes, my worries and fears, my physical appearance, my dwindling intellect, my unemployment, my bleak future, and my pathetic excuses for not being what I’m supposed to be. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t. I need a sign. I need a miracle. I need something. I need to know that this isn’t as good as it gets. I need something to prove to me that I’m not a mistake. As everything is moving at a snail’s pace, I can’t help thinking about the gravity of the situation that I’m in. It just doesn’t seem to matter to anyone whether I’m succeeding or failing in life; they’re just happy to have a useful idiot like me as a side character in their life stories. But you know what? It’s okay. I may not have what it takes to do remarkable things in life. For all I know, I might be destined to die alone. But until that happens, I’m going to spend the rest of my sorry existence, doing one thing that nobody can teach, and that’s to show kindness and respect to people, even when they don’t deserve it. That way, when I die, I may stake some sort of claim to eternal peace. Thank you so much for reading. You’re all truly wonderful people. May God bless each and every single one of my brothers and sisters here.