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Dear God,
It clicked.
And I admit I didn't get it immediately when it was introduced. But when you applied the lesson, I traced back to the source. I feel conned. You give me what I want with unwritten fine-print that goes in effect at the most inconvenient of times.
I want to talk to you about timing.It's obvious this was intentional; the day after, when you know I'm at my worst, having flung myself against your brick wall with the greatest intensity. The year, as if to imply (as all good things) that mine would do so most imminently, leaving only the bad to deal with.
Well, God, I'm fed up with you and your messages. Oh, yes I asked for this- I see now how my words could be twisted. I didn't realize you were the type that twists words to feed your own ambition.
I refuse. I refuse to play into your hands and learn the lesson. Do you know what my initial reaction was? Cutting. It was also something I was told not to do- that's why I did it. And likewise, I will do the opposite of what you want. Whatever other option do I have? Two: follow your path, or eradicate the problem. I tried to do as you want, I really did- and I will continue; too. But I will also follow my other option- the puzzle piece will simply never be. Not quite sure how she will accomplish the feat, but I really don't trust anyone else to succeed. And, of course, if all else fails, suicide is a viable option. (Edit: Oh, geez. Now I'm quoting my teachers! Songs were bad enough...
It clicked.
And I admit I didn't get it immediately when it was introduced. But when you applied the lesson, I traced back to the source. I feel conned. You give me what I want with unwritten fine-print that goes in effect at the most inconvenient of times.
I want to talk to you about timing.It's obvious this was intentional; the day after, when you know I'm at my worst, having flung myself against your brick wall with the greatest intensity. The year, as if to imply (as all good things) that mine would do so most imminently, leaving only the bad to deal with.
Well, God, I'm fed up with you and your messages. Oh, yes I asked for this- I see now how my words could be twisted. I didn't realize you were the type that twists words to feed your own ambition.
I refuse. I refuse to play into your hands and learn the lesson. Do you know what my initial reaction was? Cutting. It was also something I was told not to do- that's why I did it. And likewise, I will do the opposite of what you want. Whatever other option do I have? Two: follow your path, or eradicate the problem. I tried to do as you want, I really did- and I will continue; too. But I will also follow my other option- the puzzle piece will simply never be. Not quite sure how she will accomplish the feat, but I really don't trust anyone else to succeed. And, of course, if all else fails, suicide is a viable option. (Edit: Oh, geez. Now I'm quoting my teachers! Songs were bad enough...
A bit of a rant, here.
Truth to be told, I nearly didn't post it. And in a way I haven't, because this is the censored version. A lot has been added and subtracted to cover identities and behinds.
Truth to be told, I nearly didn't post it. And in a way I haven't, because this is the censored version. A lot has been added and subtracted to cover identities and behinds.
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When you approach God, the things that appear to attack you are properties of yourself, not of God, who has no ambition, and no defense. She is just difficult to approach, when you have anything at all in mind. And, I like your ending to this... learning to trust yourself and maybe someday discover you are all the God you'll ever need? I dunno. Just my stray thoughts that reading this stimulated; I'm no expert on the subject or anything; but your story reminds me of a way I've felt a time or three or seventeen I forget.