To start by quoting the typical Catholic high school student’s spontaneous prayer, thank you for this wonderful day. Thank you for reminding me that choosing to do the right thing will result to actual blame if the people around me possess an inexplicable aversion to my outlandish and seemingly subversive values, thought processess, and—well, me. Thank you for making me realize that there can exist a day where every single thing I do (AND DO NOT DO) is utterly, indispensably wrong. Thank you for affirming the fact that I am the spawn of moral concupiscence and tragedy. I will not anymore expound on the proceedings of this day, Universe (as you well know that I cannot as well), as doing so will bring more evil to this world and I might just have had my share of today.
Thank you, though, for reminding me that through my actions past and present I have practically defined myself as devoid of any worth, and that I am useless and can amount to not even the faintest semblance of goodness. I am crude, talentless, and a breathing carcass walking among legitimate children of the Lord’s creation. Even fleas are tasked to flee before me.
After all, am I not but gifted with the stupidity of sloth? My distinct ignavia has corroded my sense of will and skill and therefore I am this: a being—if you can call me that—of non-existent quality. Today, more than every other day, has shaken awake my consciousness to the fact of my being a black hole where hope and dreams and morals and good things go to die, for I can do nothing truly worth anything. You are responsible for allowing this to happen, Universe—today, especially—and for that, I thank you.
The clock on the face of my wall reads 8:15. If it would not be too much to ask, portents of moments reestablishing the discovery of my failure of a nature before midnight are much appreciated—you know, just so I can find more words the nature of unserviceable, deadwood, chaff, and refuse. Things that, as you have allowed me to discover today, I hopelessly am.
Thank you, Universe, thank you.
the anti-Christ, among many other vile things