Mad at God
I wish I didn't believe in God. Then I wouldn't feel so betrayed by him. Where was God when I was 6 and my father was sexually abusing me? Was I not innocent enough? Did he take the day off? If so, where was he when I was 12? Hadn't he seen how it had taken a toll on my insides, and I was quickly spiralling into a depression that lasts till this day? Despite this, God has blessed me with a lot of stuff. I have a pretty nice car, a nice degree on my wall, and beautiful women to share time with. But I don't want stuff, I WANT MY PEACE OF MIND BACK!!! And any way I try to rationalize it (the Devil brings evil and God only brings good), I don't care! If God is so damn all-knowing and all-powerful, where was he when I NEEDED him? And I know that I need him now, but I'm too pissed off to actually pray anymore. I cannot physically bring myself to do it. I don't even know why I'm writing this, but God, if you're reading this message board, I'm pissed at you. I don't think you held up your end of the bargain, and I don't know when I'm going to get over it.