WIMP IT OUT

I AM A WIMP. 

I CANNOT HELP IT, I WAS FORCED TO BE A WIMP BY MY PARENTS, MY CHILDHOOD, AND MY ENVIRONMENT.

I AM COMPLETELY HELPLESS BECAUSE OF . . . . . . .

THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO BECAUSE . . . . . . .

THE BAD PEOPLE ARE RUINING MY LIFE BY . . . . . . .

MY PROBLEMS CANNOT BE SOLVED.  THEY ARE IMPOSSIBLE.

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I COMPLAIN, GOD NEVER HELPS ME OUT.

GOD DOESN'T EVEN RETURN MY CALLS ANY MORE.

I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DIME TO CALL UP GOD AND COMPLAIN.

EVEN IF I DID, IT WOULDN'T DO ME ANY GOOD, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T MAKE A CALL FOR A DIME ANYWAY.

THERE IS NO HOPE FOR ME.

HOPE IS FOR THE SELF-DELUDED PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE THE COURAGE TO FACE THE HOPELESSNESS OF REALITY, ANYWAY.

I'M SO BAD OFF, THERE IS NO WAY I COULD GET ANY BETTER.

I'M SO BAD OFF, IT COULDN'T GET ANY WORSE.

MY LIFE IS OVER.  

IF I WASN'T SUCH A WIMP, I'D KILL MYSELF.