when i was a kid i used to pray every single night. it went something like this: in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, god i love everything. i love all the galaxy and the universes and the stars and the sun and the moon and the planets and the earth and the clouds and the rain and the trees and the dogs and the rollercoasters and the books and the oceans and the sea and the lighthouses and all the food and the people who make the food and the dust and the grass and the rice and the eggs and the houses and the doors and the beds and my grandfather and my grandmother and my yaya and my cousins and mommy and my daddy and my sister and myself. bless us all. i am sorry for everything bad i have done, please help me get better always since i love getting better. i love the world i want to be better. please help me. i hope tomorrow goes well. thank you for tomorrow.” it would drift off into incomprehensiblity but the start always remained the same; me proclaiming my love for everyone as a gesture of… pure passion. of course, i stopped praying every night. i realized that it stopped as soon as the nightmares decreased. praying always gave young me the most fucked up, inexplicable nightmares. the kind of visuals you’d have to paint to describe. when pen-and-paper plus frantic teary-eyed whimpering confessions just aren’t enough. of course, i stopped believing in god after a while. perhaps it was a mix of how i felt the need to grow up being that ‘edgy, different, one of the boys’ girl and blindly follow tons of things. (the internet, particularly a 9gag post told me that old music was cool. they listed down shit like the beatles and nirvana and metallica and i tried to listen to it and claimed to love it when i didn’t know anything i was talking about. pop music is a sin of course.) and soon i lost the religion in the school classroom and became a frustrated beacon of injustice when i began realizing the dangers of a god. idk. he’s all evil. someone changwd the course of history and that’s pretty cool, it fucked ip the social sustem, fuxk organizing us by trackedMore?