I am not angry at God, contrary to what people think. If any, He has taught me that He should be my bestfriend, because people will fail you.
I do want to go to Church, but I don’t want to be with happy people. And I’m sure they won’t understand or don’t want a moping Christian about because we’re supposed to be happily praising God. I even hate Past Nellie, who jumps and dances around silly, because she would not understand my state now.
So instead of going to Church, I have my QT’s every Sunday. And instead of having my QT’s everyday, I contemplate on suicide.
But you know me, all I do is talk about suicide. I can’t do it yet. So sorry to disappoint you guys who are awaiting my death. You aren’t my beneficiaries anyway, what do you care? (Oh wait, I get it. You hate me that much.)
