Diary entries that end up in the dump.


Are we sinful and hence we sin? Or do we sin and hence we're sinful? Why is it that i 'fail' myself and 'succumb' to the 'sinful nature' within me? Is there an inherent system within me that takes priority whenever i try to make decisions? Why is it that i know it's right to obey yet i want to rebel? Obedience definitely isn't instinct. If there is really what is known as a sinful nature, then why do i have it? Am i born with it? (Why do i feel like Descartes?) If i am born with it, why is that so? Is it in my genes that i can inherit it? Or is it sort of a curse, traced back all the way to the times of Adam and Eve. The cursed couple who carried the grumbles and complaints of mankind.


Am i borned to be sinful? Wouldn't that be unfair?


Reckon this blog's abandoned by its audience already. Perhaps that would encourage me to blog more freely. It would give me a reason, at the same time, to be more care less with the ugly blogskin.


i'm tired.