Confessions of a Suicide

Chance, Randomness, Evil god, Mystery, Heartless Complexity, Satan, Survival of the fittest,
Hidden variables, Undecipherable network of causes and consequences, Lord Siva...
I am tired of fighting you. I surrender. Every little triumph in
my life at the expense of spending days or years of my life to achieve it...
What kind of triumph is that? You know it and you let me get
proud of my strength and talent, when it is obvious that you are the one who is winning,
because I am giving you my precious time... and you just eat it, in the most disgusting way, and you burp and
laugh, and you think "Poor creature, he overcame that obstacle, he got that job, that toy,
that woman, that fantasy, that prize, that insignificant whatever, and I got 35
years of his time"... Well, it's over. No more of this for you. Eat shit, motherfucker. I am out.