Break Me in Half

First of all, fuck you. I'm sure you probably deserved that.

I still think there's a reason for being here, for living.

I believe in God, not like just the idea of god. I actually believe in a person who is God, who is in charge.

I believe in consequences.

You probably all heard of this shitty ass religions that don't make sense where God punishes you for doing evil and rewards you for doing good.
Shitty ass religions. That shit ain't makin' no sense.

I believe in good and evil, but it isn't God who punishes us. Being evil is the punishment because it's hollow and empty and meaningless. People fight against an idea of God that isn't even real.

It's not about other people though. I mean it is in a way and not in another way.

I have no right to tell you what to do. I have no right to even think you should be another way.

I just see all this stuff, all this hollowness, all this hate and it brings me down a little and then more and more and more.

Honestly, I see the hate in myself. I hate people for not being like I am. I hate it that I believe in eternal love between a man and a woman, because other people don't. I hate it that I believe in a marriage between people's spirits before a marriage of the body. I hate, I hate, I hate that I am so different.

Because give me a break, the only ones who say they believe what I believe are one-dimensional. I hate religious people more than I hate non-religious people because they just seem so lifeless.

I can't give up on my God. He's a good man. I don't know if you've met Him.

Life is better without the lies, without the lust, without the anger.

Do you know what love is when you see it? Have you seen love when it is real?

Shun the hollow. Be full. Be love.