God, please guide me. Tell me what to do. I hate you God!… I’m sorry I said that. It just seems so unfair god. Other people have goodness, they have good things, they have love and tenderness, people who care about their lives. Not humiliated at every turn. Other people have things God, even the starving children in Africa, even their parents love them. Why was I so unlucky, to have my soul born into this disgusting me? This ugly face, this hair, this hair that doesn’t comb, and this dumb idiotic personality? Other people stare at me God, I can tell. They are amazed at how something so stupid and idiotic can even exist! Why am I that?