Worthless and Weak

A while ago, I destroyed the universe. I guess I shouldn't call it the universe, perhaps I should call it the thing that was. Or better yet, the thing that will never be. Anyway, I destroyed it completely and totally, so that it only existed as a memory of mine, and then as a dream, and then as a memory of a dream, and then as a memory of a memory of a dream. So, now, all I know about it was that it existed, that I destroyed it, and that I didn't like it very much.

And I promised myself that I would never again destroy the universe. Ever. Because I'm not sure what it would create, and there is in fact enough good in the universe that I wouldn't want to jeapordize all the things that have happened.

Anyway, today, things happened, and things were revealed, that really, for lack of a better term, pissed me off. Now, its not anybody's fault, (maybe a little of mine) so you needent feel that you've somehow let me down or anything, but its just the way the universe is set up that kinda makes me feel angry and frustrated and like I have no options. Well, anyway, tonight, if I have the opportunity, I might just destroy the universe, if only out of spite. So, if you don't wake up tomorrow morning, that might be the reason why.