Dear God, I know I don't believe in you. But who else can I blame now? Who else can I yell at and hate? What else am I supposed to do?

I tried to live a good life, I tried not to complain even after all I was put through. And yet STILL, still you have surprises around the corner for me. Every time I find a flower, delicate, pretty, pleasing. I bend over to sniff it and you plant a land mine where I happen to stoop. You give me clouds only to line them with pestilence, you give me comfort only to snatch it away and leave worry and stress, you make the roller coaster of my life touch the ground as often as you can and you're still not satisfied.

What MORE do you want. WHAT MORE WILL YOU TAKE AWAY FROM ME?

God, I've decided I do believe in you, if for no other reason than to tell you that I hate you. Than to tell you I'm sick of your games and your SHIT. I want my things back, I want my health, I want my sanity, I want a normal childhood and I want peace of mind. What I DON'T want, is your appologies. They don't mean anything to me.