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So i have been through alot since October. Things that I will never mention have happened. Ultimately I have come to this conclusion; there are some of us here on this earth that seem to have been forgotten about. It seems to me that we never get anywhere in life no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we pray. It is as if our prayers are clutter on god's floor that is swept under his rug because we are his forgotten children. He doesnt care whether we are safe. He doesnt care if we are hurting. He doesnt care if we have enough to eat or if we have a place to stay warm. he has forgotten about us. We have been cut loose because of our struggles. Oh you didn't go on an LDS mission? That's too bad. Oh you have a hard time with the word of wisdom? Sorry you aren't cut out for service to me. Oh and you have a mental illness? Well that just won't do. See what I am getting at? If we aren't Johnny fucking Returned Missionary we are considered inferior. Well I am tired of being one of God's forgotten. Starting today he will start to remember because I am going to do everything I can to convince people. My own little war against God. We will see if he really notices me or not. You know it's hard to believe he pays attention when he has children and worlds "numbered more than the sands of the sea".