You keep telling me that if I believe in your god, my troubles will disappear. You say to me things you wouldn't have said a long time ago.
What has your god done for you? Oh, s/he has helped you be successful? How about YOU have helped you be successful? Your god didn't get you into your university. Your god didn't do your homework for you in high school. Your god didn't help you become salutatorian. YOU did it.
You devote too much of your life to this being you worship every day.
And you have the audacity to tell me that I am living a lie in my life?
Where the hell is this god right now when I need help, huh? He won't help me unless I believe and sacrifice myself to him? That isn't very loving.
Tell me, if I just start believing and loving, will he send me a couple thousand dollars so I can pay my debts and my bills? Will he send me some food so I can have something to eat tonight?
Will he send me the money to get my necessary medication?
Where the fuck is he when I need help?
Why is he only helping some people if he is so great? Why am I poor, below poverty level, while someone else down the street lives in a f'ing mansion with a car for every day of the week?
What have I done wrong? What did I not do in my life that makes this god of yours decide I don't deserve to eat tonight?
Who the fuck are you to tell me I am living a "sad, sad life" just because I don't worship and praise this being that you seem to think just exploded life out of his f'ing ass?
So fuck off, don't tell me my life is sad. How about you follow one of your commandment things and send me some GOD DAMN MONEY?
I'm sorry I'm kind of in a bad mood.