i think God is whoever you talk to in your mind when you’re desperate (i can’t believe it’s really spelled that way. all this time i thought i was right when i spelled it like ‘desparate’. but now it doesn’t look so right) or upset or happy. i think everyone believes in some kind of “God” of their own because it’s tough living and thinking that there’s nothing bigger than each little human being and the little things you do that might go unnoticed really don’t matter or make a difference or play a part in anything.

i don’t like the way the churches roll, though. they’re all about punishment and discipline super-dedication and i’m really not going to waste my Sundays listening to people talk about redemption and asking for forgiveness and daily devotion because that’s bullshit. this is my life and i’ll live it the way i want and i know what’s right and what’s wrong, and i’m only human. if “God” wants us to be so amazing and near-perfect then why didn’t he send in a bunch of bots to be perfect for him? or why didn’t he make us perfect in the first place? and i get that he wants us to work our way up and all that, but we can’t all do it the same way and we can’t all spend 100% of our time thinking about what he is or would be thinking of us right now.

i know the road to hell is paved with good intentions… but that’s for stupid people who take advantage of other people’s trust.

life’s too short and we’re too fast. if only we could sit around on our asses all day thinking about God. because that would be a fucking party.