the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I went to a church preschool, used to say “do not use the Lord’s name in vain” whenever my brother’s would shout “oh my God!”Where’d that go? The faith?

I still wear cross jewelry.

But not for Jesus or his rumoured sacrifice.

I wear crosses, because they look nice and if I flip it right my grandma will gasp.

There is no god here.

Not in this room, not in this universe.

Look around, there is no reasoning.

Death is not happening for a higher purpose, we’re simply plants dying and sprouting over again. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.