i personally believe that god isn't a woman. god is a man, a father, that lets you wonder if it would be for the best if he completely forgot about your existence. why do i need to be tested? is there a reason for my pain? what's the plan here?i searched for both my father and my god and was disappointed when i found them. it's like they were one entity: an unreachable being, indifferent of your existence, but still demanding your loyalty and your faith. i only wanted for someone older and wiser to hold me to their chest.do you know why i built myself the way i am? i really, really wanted for you to like me. i thought that, maybe, if being your child is not enough to be liked, maybe if I'll be more funny, more forgiving and less loud, maybe you would want to stay in the same room as me. I hated what you seemed to hate, i did what you seemed to do, and that left me feeling nauseous. and you still looked at me with such disappointment, and asked for how long i will continue drawing pictures that nobody would pray upon.

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