I’m over this. I’m done. My feelings never mattered to anyone. People like to pretend they care but they don’t. I’m not missing out on anything in this life. I’m done. If God is real, I’m glad him and Jesus got a front row seat. I’m glad my mental health could provide entertainment for others.
Don’t give me that, “GoD hAs a PlAn” and “JeSuS lOvEs YoU” shit. That’s exactly what that is. Garbage advice. If God truly cared, I wouldn’t have gotten beaten, belittled, and abused when I was younger. I genuinely hate myself and my life. There is no reason for me to stay. It’s obvious to me that I wouldn’t be missed.