I’m in college and things took a nose dive when the girl of my dreams left me. I failed half my exams, didn’t leave the house and I’ve been a little bitch boy until I found this place, started lifting and actually doing my shit again.

But I don’t know how to carry on. Constant lifting and getting shit done is not healing my soul. Everyday I step towards something that I don’t even know. I’ve lost faith in everything, I don’t believe in religion cause the sidebar explains how religions are constructs to control women and men into monogamous relationships, and everything seems to be shit.

I guess my question is, where did you guys find the hope and drive to carry on? Who/What became your God? What future do you believe in now that you don’t believe in love anymore?