Omg I just drank Voss water that was paid for by the tax-payers of Florida.

I feel richer and a little bit upper-middle-class Republican.

This is a very bad story

Once upon a time, there was a group called “Liberal Atheists.” That group is still comprised of teenagers who consider themselves liberal and don’t believe in god. It was once a wonderful outlet for biased complaints of Christfags and Tea Partiers. Then those teens grew up and they became sensible and now only share (on occasion) sensible and stimulating topics with their like-minded acquaintances. 

Revelations

I remember that day. I never ventured from the prison of my bed once. The sun tried to shine through my dark blue curtains without prevail. The sweat soaked my blankets and silent tears of frustration streamed down my face without ceasing. My anxiety was tangible in the air. I sat there in my misery for a while.

Whilst I wallowed in the filth, I pondered. It was Sunday. The day of “relaxation” and “rest.” Also the day where all of my conservative friends awoke early to clean and mainstream music on their over-expensive alarm clocks. Awoke only to put on expensive clothes and makeup to listen to a guy talk about worship and why “Jesus is our savior.”

I used to wonder why all my friends did this and I did not. As I grew older, I learned about what a waste it was. I found it equally as pleasing to just accept God and Jesus and that whole religion thing on my own time. I still felt as though something was missing. This led to the anxiety, sweat and tears.

I impulsively threw the heavy, soaked covers off the bed and sat erect. I glanced at the struggling sun, then at my own hands. I smiled through the still streaming tears. The level of anxiety, the tears, and the bullets I was sweating decreased dramatically as I came to the conclusion that there was no God. I fell asleep with graceful ease despite the uncomfortable aspect of salty sheets.

Revelations

I remember that day. I never ventured from the prison of my bed once. The sun tried to shine through my dark blue curtains without prevail. The sweat soaked my blankets and silent tears of frustration streamed down my face without ceasing. My anxiety was tangible in the air. I sat there in my misery for a while.

Whilst I wallowed in the filth, I pondered. It was Sunday. The day of “relaxation” and “rest.” Also the day where all of my conservative friends awoke early to clean and mainstream music on their over-expensive alarm clocks. Awoke only to put on expensive clothes and makeup to listen to a guy talk about worship and why “Jesus is our savior.”

I used to wonder why all my friends did this and I did not. As I grew older, I learned about what a waste it was. I found it equally as pleasing to just accept God and Jesus and that whole religion thing on my own time. I still felt as though something was missing. This led to the anxiety, sweat and tears.

I impulsively threw the heavy, soaked covers off the bed and sat erect. I glanced at the struggling sun, then at my own hands. I smiled through the still streaming tears. The level of anxiety, the tears, and the bullets I was sweating decreased dramatically as I came to the conclusion that there was no God. I fell asleep with graceful ease despite the uncomfortable aspect of salty sheets.

Once upon a time, I took a shower …

a long shower. My father said to me once I got out, “Republican,” with disgust dripping from the word.

I didn’t talk to him for a week.

Revelations

I remember that day. I never ventured from the prison of my bed once. The sun tried to shine through my dark blue curtains without prevail. The sweat soaked my blankets and silent tears of frustration streamed down my face without ceasing. My anxiety was tangible in the air. I sat there in my misery for a while.

Whilst I wallowed in the filth, I pondered. It was Sunday. The day of “relaxation” and “rest.” Also the day where all of my conservative friends awoke early to clean and mainstream music on their over-expensive alarm clocks. Awoke only to put on expensive clothes and makeup to listen to a guy talk about worship and why “Jesus is our savior.”

I used to wonder why all my friends did this and I did not. As I grew older, I learned about what a waste it was. I found it equally as pleasing to just accept God and Jesus and that whole Christianity thing on my own time. I still felt as though something was missing. This led to the anxiety, sweat and tears.

I impulsively threw the heavy, soaked covers off the bed and sat erect. I glanced at the struggling sun, then at my own hands. I smiled through the still streaming tears. The level of anxiety, the tears, and the bullets I was sweating decreased dramatically as I came to the conclusion that there was no God. I fell asleep at that exact moment.