At first. I think I stopped believing about 6 or 7 years ago. I see it like having a friend you absolutely love and talk to every day, every day of your life. One day you're in therapy and you receive the revelation that the friend is imaginary and never existed. You look around and the friend disappeared. You were talking to the wind. It was all unreal. You feel abandoned even though it was never there. You didn't even get to say goodbye. And you're confused, because you know this person was imaginary, but you can't help miss them. Once in a while you begin to say something to them, then you remember, shoot. I'm kind of crazy and talking to an imaginary friend at age twenty something. Heh
It was weird at first. Kind of like the movie "The Others". That same feeling of truth. Damn. The brainwashing was potent. Gotta fix myself.
I don't miss the god anymore. Not one bit. ZERO. I don't miss the church and I don't miss their god. Nada. I'm very fortunate to have set myself free from that craziness and I'm free at last! Woot woot!
It was weird at first. Kind of like the movie "The Others". That same feeling of truth. Damn. The brainwashing was potent. Gotta fix myself.
I don't miss the god anymore. Not one bit. ZERO. I don't miss the church and I don't miss their god. Nada. I'm very fortunate to have set myself free from that craziness and I'm free at last! Woot woot!
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