Purgatory Introduction

I don’t like what I am given.

I don’t like what I got.

This isn’t some material thing,

This is what I feel about situations and life.

I don’t like my life; I don’t like what is meant to me. I don’t like what is given to me, or who comes around.

I cannot choose what I want, because I don’t like any of the options.

What comes to me, I reject based on dislike. What I want              I can never have.

Purgatory is where I live: I always thought I would.

I always thought it would be worse than hell. Someplace where you don’t know anything for certain; a place always fighting and craving. Always yearning and desiring. Always wanting the others dead and hurt and down so you can grasp at what your existence demands for.

But never. Ever.

Ever

Being satisfied.

Ever.

Fighting people like crazed beasts in a hole... In cave You battle and tear at each other any way you can.

So like what you are. You are what you are. Like it. Own it. Control it. Manipulate it to your own demand, and then

Become happy with it.