Out of Ideas

It's hard to know what I'm still doing here, I guess the very fact I'm writing this means I'm feeling a certain way. Being human is so easy it's hard. If you don't think about things too much, you'll always know what to do. When you add on more and more stress builds up inside you. I believe in god. Not an eternal deity, not some overwhelming being, but hope. God did not make people, people made god. He is in all of us, somewhere, waiting. He is what gives us strength, desire, compassion. I'm not religious, I'm just drunk. God is an idea, a real idea. Something to believe in. I believe in people. Even in these times, when I have no reason left to believe. I believe because people are all I know. I have nothing else.