Let Me Tell You How It Is

here are some good hints: don't bother being honest. everyone will call you a liar anyway. in fact, you probably are a liar. love is hollow. all you love does not love you. love will fade. love is not impervious to entropy. why would it be? when you die, that's it. you'll sit in the ground and decompose until your remains are mixed with the soil. then, in millions of years when the sun explodes all that you are and were, a few granules of dirt, shall be melted into atoms and absorbed by darkness. lastly, god definitely exists. he doesn't love you at all whatsoever, though. he's barely aware of your existence. sorry.