My creator is my mother & father..

I want to talk about religion. Not one in particular.
To start off, i always select the "NO RELIGION" box. There's always the "NO OPINION" suggestion, but i do have one. It's not that i do or do not believe in ***a*** god.. i need proof. When i ask, people often wave the bible in my face. Jesus didn't write the bible. Multiple people did, EXCEPT him. For all you know, these could be ancient coo-coos who were out casted because of their mental disability, not because they "followed Jesus". I also do not accept that "Mary was a virgin when she had Jesus". No she was not. People lie ya know. When in middle school, we learned about ancient Egyptians and their myths and gods and goddesses, and laughed. I remember class discussions where we just couldn't believe that they actually believed that way. Other than the Bible, what proof do you have? I have proof otherwise. Scientists have proof that Earth created itself, technically. Bacteria was the source of everything that you see today. My definition of religion is a release for very easily influential people who need something to believe in, some sort of "push" to have faith in something &/or themselves. Why do you think so many convicted criminals come out Church-crazed? It's not that i do not believe in Jesus or a god, it's just that nothing in the entire world that i have come in to contact with has proven to me of this. Scientific research, pictures, etc. have proven the entire bible wrong. When i die, i will not go to hell, nor heaven.. i will slowly decay in my own coffin. That "bright, white light" you see when your at a near-death experience, guess what? It's the operating lights right above where your laying.. do some research. Have you ever been outside on a really sunny day and then came into a fairly-lit building? The white and lightly colored spots you are seeing is the same concept. People are soo redic. Shoot me an email.

No disrespect intended.
- H.

Out of sight, out of mind.

This may be the hardest thing i'll have to do in my life. My actions may be considered "wrong" to you or society. ..& yet, i still feel completely injustice because i'm doing this for myself..

I just wanted to know you. I just wanted to try to have a real relationship, not because i was being forced here and there.. but because i'm apart of you. As a young girl, i knew you as "Dad". Nothing more. I understood that you were my father & i adored you. I looked up to you even though you've hit so many rough patches with my brothers & i.

Things were always complicated. Parents seperated, for one. But, living across the country from another.. having to fly back & forth. Knowing that when we

left back home, we wouldn't see you again for a long, long time. Never knowing exactly when we'd ever see you again.. or if we even would at that point.

Being so young & able to let go that easily. Being so confused and angry. Feeling unworthy & guilty. Having so much built up jealousy towards your own

brothers because they actually got to feel what it was like to have TWO parents, together. Feeling like the mistake, the problem, the cause. Stress, Anxiety, Pressure i have put on my own self to redeem my faults. Striding to be perfect in everything. Just wanting the spotlight or sympathy for once.

Wanting someone to feel bad for me. Saying, "She was daddy's little girl, i feel so bad for her because he's gone." Everyone forgot about me.

Now, the roles have switched & i feel guilty. How come i am so close to my father when he wont even make an attempt with my brother? I feel selfish.

Stop the relationship. He isn't even worth it. Putting us in harms way too many times. You don't understand me, trust me, love me. I don't need you.

None of us need you. I do not want a relationship with you. I do not want you in my life. I do not wish to spend any more days questioning the past or future. I will not cry over you leaving, once again. It's my turn to be the mature one in this equation. I'm leaving. I left. I'm gone. I'm done. Leave me be.

I have so many bottled up emotions i don't know what to do. I could cry for days and still feel the pressure. I don't even understand how to let this out.

The only thing i can do, is forget about it. Push it to the side & leave you in the past. Sure, you'll always be my dad.. but i can never forgive you. I wont.

I feel like you did something to me. I don't exactly know what. I always have this flashback of a day dream-
*screaming* "Please don't do this?" "Daddy, what are you doing?" I see blood. I see tears. I see sweat. I see a pillow. I hear music. I see the kitchen. And yet.. i don't understand. One day it will all be clear, and i will speak up. Until then, you stay out of my life.

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