So much suffering, so much strife.

I wonder why is there so much suffering on this place of existence.

I don't think I understand what's life about. And I dread to think that it's probably true, that evil people get away with things and suffer much lesser than good ones.

Doesn't it seem, that good people always get bogged down by terminal illnesses or disabilities, and the (lucky) bastards simply die violent and quick deaths.


I need to go now. And prepare myself for my daily commute to the sun. Goodbye, and see you next time, my beautiful reader.