What my wife’s mother did (and allowed to be done) to her as a child only reinforces my belief that 99.999% of the population should not be allowed to breed.

I mean. I’m glad she’s alive because I love spending my life with her, obviously. But my selfish joy of being with her will never rationalize the hell she suffered, and still suffers.

I’m so sad and so angry. Why do evil people exist? I mean, even scarier is the fact that not only do people believe in a god who (they claim) allows life to be this way – but they actually worship it. Like… that’s just… a mindset that genuinely frightens me. That kind of “god said so” madness could make someone perform or excuse just about any psychotic action.

Like. The world is sixty-eight kinds of backwards and no one sees it? No one cares? 90% of people just go “oh well better make some more humans, maybe THIS batch’ll fix the world!”

Honestly, I long for the day I leave this plane of existence.