Somebody could say something good about me, but I won’t believe them.
Don’t bother asking God how to be nice to people. They didn’t respond. Maybe that’s something that can’t be taught.
That’s what reincarnation is for. You can be as insane as you want, you’ll just re spawn. Now, if only I could write my new self a note. Then I could tell myself, I was alive in the past, so I know to be even more crazy.