I quit. You suck. You're unfair. You're horrible. You're spiteful. You're cruel. I don't want to live with you anymore. You're the biggest curse I've ever received. You're a blessing to some, and that's a beautiful thing, but I don't have any use for you. Go away. Leave me alone. Stop talking to me. Stop speaking for me. Stop making me cry. I hate ( Read more... )

Whenever I think about my faith, I'm faced with so much guilt and anger. I want to cry whenever I hear about God. Or hit something. And when I say I'm a Christian, I feel like I don't have the right to call myself one. What's happening to me? I'm so scared. I don't want to be against God, but I can't stop the thoughts going through my head. They ( Read more... )

#yolo
#lifeisshort

Two of the many phrases people say to emphasize the apparent shortness of life. But for the average person, life isn't short at all. I guess the depression makes it feel like life is never-ending. But statistically speaking, I'm going to live to at least 70 years old. That means I have 49 years of life left. Of course that's not a ( Read more... )

My life is pointless, and I hate it. I never do anything. I just sit on my computer, listen to music, play the sims, roam the Internet and do absolutely nothing. I have no friends (and even if I did, I would push them away). I only go out to work, and the only people I talk to away from home are my coworkers. And I'm not close to them nor do they ( Read more... )

No one really knows how I feel. I assume people think I'm getting better, but the truth is, I'm just learning how to hide my emotions better. For example, I go to the bathroom to cry at work. Wipe my eyes, go back to my station and put on a smile. Today a girl noticed I had been crying. I guess my eyes were red or something. Of course I denied it ( Read more... )

Lately I've been having this overwhelming feeling that God hates me. I've been having these terrible thoughts against God that I can't control like, "I hate God" or "Forget God". I really, really don't mean it but these thoughts have been plaguing me for a long time. God knows my every thought, which scares me to death. I'm never at peace because ( Read more... )

There is definitely nothing neat and tidy about life. Not mine anyway. In fact, it probably looks like a big city where hurricane Katrina ripped in and destroyed everything. At one point, it seemed to be built on a sturdy, reliable foundation. But then came along the hurricane and ever since, its been a mess that seems to follow no logical path and ( Read more... )

It amazes me that even when I don’t feel You here, You are indeed here.  And although I don’t really know it at the time, when I look back, I see Your fingerprints in all that happened.  I guess it is good to know that You are such a part of me that I can’t escape You…You are always right here beside me.  I think sometimes You just long to teach me ( Read more... )

I don’t see myself as a beautiful work of art.  I don’t see why God made me the way He did. I have no idea what He had in mind when He made me like this.  It doesn’t make sense to me and honestly, I’m not convinced I like the way I was made.  I can’t see things the way He sees them, no matter how hard I try.  He sees me as beautiful.  His little ( Read more... )