Dear God,
I am writing you this letter if I believe in you or not. You haven't given me reasons to believe in you, so I kind of wonder what else could be driving me mad.
Most people have a religion because that's their hope, their answer they need when life comes crashing down.
You also haven't given me a reason to keep on living, you haven't saved me from anything. But you know why? Because I'm saving myself. Death can rain down on me any moment but I will always be on my own, and you have shown me that. If you will, why don't you just get rid of me now. Wait this letter wasn't supposed to be about me though. Last time I checked it was addressed to you, but I don't even know if I can believe it or not. I want to, I want hope in my life, I want a little spark of light in this dark tunnel, but I don't want a price. Those peasant's that you fed your bread and wine... oh wait that was your son. The one you let die for the people we have nowadays, in this society. Now I'm going to say you really messed up, or I'm wrong and you have your purposes but until then I'm either going to get a tour courtesy of the majesty himself or I'm going to find a full time job in hell getting paid with agony and the thought that God is supposed to forgive those who believe... wait, I'm still waiting on my response.
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An Introduction
Short Story"today is Sunday and I have decided to start journaling painful events that happen..." These are the journal entries to Kelsey, a girl who worries to much about others even though they don't give a shit about her. 'Just drink it down with vodka is h...
