Sonofaratdog posted on June 16, 2011 22:55
When I was 9 years old my little brother Brian died. Saddest year of my life. I cried every night for almost a year and was on the verge of suicide. I had to go to Grief counseling in order to get over my saddness. There I was told that my brother was in Heaven with God. At the time that satisfied me. Now at age 17 I can think for myself. I've come to the conclusion that there is no God and that life is just one big pile of shit. If there was a God who loved all and hated none, then why didn't he save my brother? If one looks at all the horrible things happening in the world its easy to see why I have come to this conclusion. The only thing currently keeping me from suicide is that I don't want to put my family through the same saddness that we went through when Brian died. In summary: Life is shit not worth living.