Last night I was asking myself that creepy question "Why am I still here?" again. I mean, it says in that glorious fairytale book of Man that this life is just the beginning, right? If my life is already made of suffering then what the fuck will be waiting for me on the other side?

Will there be something on the other side? Who knows? As far as science goes: no. As far of beliefs say: yes. As a scientist, I really don't want to know.

And please, for fuck sake, don't say God will take care of me, okay? The only people that have been taking care of me died 19, 16, 4 and 0.5 years ago. Grandmother, mother, father, grandfather.

Yes, I'm ranting, Yes I'm pissed off. Yes I'm on medication for something somebody did to me and I STILL HATE HIM. I hate him enough that, when he ever spontaneously combusts, I'll watch and laugh as he'll burn to a crisp, even if the fire-extinguisher is handed to me. And that bloody company he works for as well.

Would be funny to see one of the IT's biggest company having connection issues, don't you think?