And I’m pretty sure God fucking hates me. If I were in a really pathetic mood, I’d start thinking about the Bible and the weeping prophet and how he saw God smite his people and took his loved one and on and on. What fucking ever. I’m sick of being in this little emo, “let me cry on your shoulder” rut I’ve dug myself into in.
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