I realized now why I really hate Christianity.
It isn't the religion I hate as much as its effect on its
I stated it clear a couple weeks ago, "I lost my best
friend to Christianity."
It warped his personality like a cult does to a lost family
Then, just now, while watching Being John Malkovich, it
reminded me that I was never able to pull my first love
free from the grasp of Christianity's cult either. At least she'll
be a great missionary; that is, serving no true purpose at all except
bringing comfort in a world with so little. Wait, that's a damn good
I take my leave to think more.