Crap

If there's one thing I've learnt, it's to learn how to clear the crap that is constantly churned out by work. Grab life by the horns and wrestle it to the ground. The Mind is there for you to tap into. Let Will guide your way. This is my Reality.

Sorrow

Let the sorrows begin anew! Let it drown me in its resplendent glory! The nadir is mine alone to endure, to suffocate me! Sorrow becomes me! I am the stupid, the ugly and the wretched. This is my life.

The greatest sorrow is the continuation of life, willy-nilly. The icing on the cake will be eternal life in heaven.

It's My Life

Miserable wretched life that bears no meaning except for the continuation of its incumbent sorrows. This is my life. To hell with karma, and the Church. Abject sorrow is the only recourse available.