Oh yea...

I forgot to add that according to the bible the Earth is 6,000 years old.
As opposed to 5 million.
Yep.

(Dinosaurs are a figment of your imagination, created by SATAN!!)

Puh-leeze.

I'm so sick of religion.
I saw someone write this the other day in response to the question "Why don't you believe in God?":
"Because God is, for all we know, a delusion. A defense mechanism that makes people feel more safe about themselves, the world and the rules, and, not at least, death. It is a mimetic virus that works both with sweet promises ("you will go to heaven") and draconian threats ("if you leave us you will burn in hell"). This mixture of allure and menace is what makes it so tempting, and makes even otherwise intelligent persons completely abandon reason, allowing it to spread like an infection.
This is fueled by the fact that it does not only infect adults; even children get indoctrinated. In what is probably the most subversive form of mental child abuse, children are raised as "catholic", "Muslim" or "Jewish". Not even in our dreams would we think of labeling children "capitalist" or "conservative", but religious labels do not provoke criticism for some reason.
I do not believe in God because I consider religion to be a (in some cases even dangerous) type of mental infection, and I am glad to be immune against it."

And I completely agree.
Don't get me wrong, I am all for having faith and being a good person and if you really need the thought of an all-powerful god and heaven if you're good to get you through life by all means believe it.
It's when people discriminate others for having different beliefs,
and try to "convert" everyone to their "right" religion,
and spit venom at things they don't agree with saying "God hates you",
and start wars because people somewhere are following another idea
that I get pissed.

It's honestly so hard for me to not think people who believe in God are morons.
If you really think about things and stop listening to the shit you're fed by others than I think you could come up with the conclusion that it's a fallacy.
There is no fucking evidence for this idea other than a cryptic ancient book with 40 authors said to be the "word of god."
People say God answers their prayers when good thinks happen.
Good things happen to me and I don't pray.
People say God is not answering their prayers because they need to learn a lesson when bad things happen.
Bad things happen to me and I don't pray for them to have not.
I don't pray to get through them.
I don't pray for guidance or feel the POWER OF THE LORD leading me through valleys of darkness.
My life has never been better since I stopped believing in this fairy tale.

And now everyone is waiting for the anti-Christ to come and then they all can go to heaven and do what... no idea. Sit around I suppose. Live in a city made of gold and jewels. (Gold and jewels... who held those things so highly? Ohhh yea... the Kings and Church of centuries ago, right? Sounds like something they'd make up to get people to obey them... could be wrong.)

Sorry, that just doesn't fly with me.
The universe is gigantic. It is idiotic to think that this planet has any prominent role in it.

I'm not going to attack your beliefs until you start attacking mine.
So keep your religious bullshit to yourself if you can't respect the fact that I don't believe a damn word of it.

Announcement:

It is time for me to make something of this.
Really.

Some goals:

Work and save.
Follow through.
Find inspiration.
Reduce my objects.
Find a haven in this battle.

Cutest thing ever:



That's all for now!
♥

Truth Hurts

Dear Mother,

You are a miserable, pathetic excuse for a person. You are selfish and controlling. You create a black hole around you and the ones you don't suck down with you, you repel away from you. You are a weasel. You are a fuck-up who expects everyone else to fix your mistakes as you make them over and over and over again. You never learn, and if you do, you never care. You won't change. You are comfortable in your parasitic existence. You are a waste of time and space. You are manipulative and sneaky. You are obvious to those you've fooled over and over. We know you, the real you. The you that cries to get pity and screams when it's not given. You are the hypocrite who does no wrong. You are the worst kind of person.

You are everything I never want to be.

This is how I feel. And my blog can't make me feel like shit for it.

I don't know what's going on with you.
It's going back there.
I spend most of my time waiting for you to take a second to talk to me.
I spend most of my time feeling insignificant.
I spend most of my time trying not to let my brain get the best of me.
I've been trying to be better, but you don't care. It's still your favorite ammo.

And maybe it wasn't a big deal to you to not even try to do something a tiny bit special for me for Valentine's Day. And maybe if you had sincerely wanted to do something and just couldn't. But no. I can imagine what you did all day. And to make matter worse you use the lamest justifications for it. You know I hate going places. Well thats funny. You've gone to far worse places than the card aisle at CVS. Oh and you don't celebrate holidays like that. Since when?

I know you think I'm just a crazy bitch. Always wanting to dog on Justin, huh? I can't remember the last time I was unwarrantably mean to you. I can remember the last time you were to me. And the time before. I help you so much with your school work and you treat me like shit for it.

I'm sick of fucking fighting. I'm sick of you trying to control shit. Everything always is how Justin wants it. I'm sick of you ignoring me. I'm sick of you taking me for granted. I love you and I love to be around you and be with you, but you never seem to have time for me. Not time you're willing to give up. You always want me to hear about all your gaming news I pretend to care about, but it is always such a bother to you to remove your headphones for a second to hear something I'd like to share. I fiegn excitment and anger for your news, but you respond to me with an "uhh okay.."

Case in point, you make me feel like shit. A lot. I feel neglected most of the time. You make me anxious and I just can't keep doing this. It's not me, I have been working on my shit. Something's gotta give.





Ugh. Well theres everything I cant say because he won't listen.