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I'm writing this on advice from my therapist; hopefully it will be as helpful as it sounds. While I may not believe in God in the Christian sense, He makes a pretty damn good target for this, so here it goes.
So hey, God. What the fuck, man? What sort of bright idea was this, this MARFAN Syndrome bullshit? Why the HELL would you make something like this, and then give it to me? What'd I ever do to you? Not to mention all my other health problems. Back pain? Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea.
I've said it before, but not directly at you, but this has been a reeeeeal shitty graduation present. I don't want it. Take it back. You should know me well enough to know I don't want pain, no one fucking wants pain. You want to get me something? Fine, you can try and buy my faith, but suffering is not going to do it; all that will do is make me consider Buddhism a bit more with the whole life is suffering thing. Go get me something off my Steam wishlist and then we can talk.
Seriously man, why'd you do it? Why'd you think I needed to have some shittiness? Things were just starting to look awesome for me, and you took it all away. I can't enjoy my education and cool job and amazing co-workers if you make me hurt all the time, you dumbass. I can't even run anymore because of this. I haven't moved faster than a walk in about a years time.
If you truly were some merciful awesome deity of goodness, this wouldn't happen, along with a lot of other things in the world, and if you really wanted me to believe in you, you sure have gone a stupid way about it. All you had to do was come on down and go "Sup?" and I'd be suitably impressed. None of this roundabout let's make his life suck so that he'll then turn to Jesus nonsense.
So yeah. I never wanted any of this. No one would, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, even Hitler. EVEN HITLER! You know it's bad when I wouldn't wish it on Hitler.
I'm tired and frustrated and hurting all the time now, and it's all your damn fault with this nonsense. I'm doing what I can to recover and get through it, but it's a real struggle and while I know you probably think it "builds character" or something, fuck that noise. I can't work half the time because of all this, be it being in physical pain or too emotionally/mentally unstable to focus. Give me my old life back. I don't need to be rich or famous or any of that. Give me uninteresting times. Give me working and then spending time with Paris, or a friend, or both, eating some dinner, and playing a video game or watching anime. I don't think that's much to ask for.
No Best Wishes For You,
-Christopher Street
So hey, God. What the fuck, man? What sort of bright idea was this, this MARFAN Syndrome bullshit? Why the HELL would you make something like this, and then give it to me? What'd I ever do to you? Not to mention all my other health problems. Back pain? Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea.
I've said it before, but not directly at you, but this has been a reeeeeal shitty graduation present. I don't want it. Take it back. You should know me well enough to know I don't want pain, no one fucking wants pain. You want to get me something? Fine, you can try and buy my faith, but suffering is not going to do it; all that will do is make me consider Buddhism a bit more with the whole life is suffering thing. Go get me something off my Steam wishlist and then we can talk.
Seriously man, why'd you do it? Why'd you think I needed to have some shittiness? Things were just starting to look awesome for me, and you took it all away. I can't enjoy my education and cool job and amazing co-workers if you make me hurt all the time, you dumbass. I can't even run anymore because of this. I haven't moved faster than a walk in about a years time.
If you truly were some merciful awesome deity of goodness, this wouldn't happen, along with a lot of other things in the world, and if you really wanted me to believe in you, you sure have gone a stupid way about it. All you had to do was come on down and go "Sup?" and I'd be suitably impressed. None of this roundabout let's make his life suck so that he'll then turn to Jesus nonsense.
So yeah. I never wanted any of this. No one would, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, even Hitler. EVEN HITLER! You know it's bad when I wouldn't wish it on Hitler.
I'm tired and frustrated and hurting all the time now, and it's all your damn fault with this nonsense. I'm doing what I can to recover and get through it, but it's a real struggle and while I know you probably think it "builds character" or something, fuck that noise. I can't work half the time because of all this, be it being in physical pain or too emotionally/mentally unstable to focus. Give me my old life back. I don't need to be rich or famous or any of that. Give me uninteresting times. Give me working and then spending time with Paris, or a friend, or both, eating some dinner, and playing a video game or watching anime. I don't think that's much to ask for.
No Best Wishes For You,
-Christopher Street