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I am Catholic. And I so much want to be a believer in God. But if God truly exists, why does so much bad happen to good people? Why is there world hunger? Why is there poverty? Why is there cancer and disease? If there is such a thing as God, and we are his children, why does he let us suffer? That is what I don't believe; that you would purposely let your children suffer. A real parent would do everything in their power to make sure their children are safe and protected from all harm. And that is why I don't think I can believe that there is such a thing as God...
My boyfriend is a gamer. I don't really get it, but he is so adorable when he plays video games. Sometimes I watch, if the game isn't too scary. Right now he's obsessed with Batman Arkham City; I like to watch him play. But sometimes I get sad, because him and all his friends have a bunch of inside jokes and stories that revolve around videos games, and then I'm always left out because I don't understand what they're talking about.
The framework of my soul, which I call home, is crumbling. It has been shaken up, and it has been torn down. Every window smashed, every wall broken, and the roof is caving in. But here I stand, tall and strong. Even though my framework could use a lot of work, somehow I survived it all. I've been through hell and back, but I believe that the framework of my soul can be mended. All it will take is a little time...
I wasn't ready for your departure. It was all so sudden and unexpected. My whole life, you were always there, and then all of a sudden you were gone. It wasn't fair...
He was standing there at the terminal in the airport, watching as the one person he loved most flew off into the vast sky, leaving him behind. "It's only for a year. I have to do this," is what she had said to him about her random decision to go to Brazil. "Well, I'll be here waiting when you get back. I love you so much." When in reality, what he wantd to say was, "What if you change? What if you don't want to come back? What if you no longer love me..."
Loneliness is overrated,
It sucks your soul and leaves you faded;
I can't keep up with this fraud this lie
Sometimes I just wanna cry...
"I don't know what I'm doing wrong...", were the only words that left my mouth before he struck me. The slap across my face was more than a physical pain I felt; it was if he struck my soul, my hopes, my dreams. I felt like a child. I was being punished, and I had no idea what for. All I knew was that he had hurt me and broken me, and that I was sure I would never heal..
Stubborn; like a weed. No matter how many times I think you're gone, you always pop up out of nowhere, at the worst of times. Your like a weed that way. You are unruly, relentless, and stubborn.
Fatigued, the girl slowly made her way up the creaky stairs to her almost empty room. She was now completely alone in this world. As she sat down on the cold and damp mattress, the emotional exhaustion of the day over-whelmed her. As the tears began to fall, she realized how great her loss actually was. And she wished with all her heart, she could bring him back to her...
There is a lot I could say about promises. But since I only have 60 seconds, I'll keep it short and simple. Promises mean everything until they're broken. And not many people keep their promises. Furthermore, at least from personal experience, promises are worse than lies; because not only did you make them believe in the possibilities, you also gave them a glimmer of hope.
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