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I want to believe that you are up there: That you are real, and aren't just a figment of peoples' imaginations. At the same time, I hope that you aren't, and that I'm just talking to myself, and not anyone else.
God, people hate me because I don't believe in you. Did you know that? But, what else am I supposed to believe? That you are up there, and you hate me? That you tuned out every single prayer of mine that I wished would reach you in my time of need? They tell me if I let you into my heart, if I believe, that I'll be saved. That my life will get better. They tell me that you listen to all prayers, and that I just need to keep praying. Do you remember when I used to do that? I used to. I asked for you to help me. I prayed every hour of every day. I believed.
Hey, God, have you realized how hypocritical you are? H