What doesn’t kill us now just makes us better whores.
By alexandra.coffin
I somehow can feel the faith fading from my eyes, from my vision…
I still care about so many of the same things,
but I somehow harbor some kind of contempt toward all those things I thought so beautiful…
After all, if these people really believed in a God,
wouldn’t they turn to Him in times of trouble?
And would God even dare to turn my life into this?
My family into this?
This is a level of pride I never thought I’d reach.
But what do I care now?
I’ve got friends, right?
Tags: cynical, faith, God, godless, religion
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November 2, 2007 at 12:13 pm |
The hard things are usually worth more than the easier things.
November 2, 2007 at 10:59 pm |
The whole point of this post was to say everything I never could.
It’s not really how I feel.
Just a momentary lapse in sanity…