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. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Look around, there is no reasoning.

Death is not happening for a higher purpose, we’re simply plants dying and sprouting over again.