- Jan 27, 2016
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- Faith
- Pentecostal
- Marital Status
- Single
Hello. I don't know whether or not to tell you my name or not, as I am not important at all. But well, since I see you are a man of God, I figured perhaps you could help me. Let's get one thing straight, I am a pentecostal, and have been to church all my life, however, I have grown to despise myself and my existance. All my life, I have been taught to do one thing: to hate myself. My mom thinks I hate her, because, she thinks I am a "freak", probably because I'm a 16 year old nerdy loser. People in school despise me for my talents (god bless of course) and my drive to become a lawyer. I've been bullied all my life and have been taught that the dust around me is worth more than my soul. But let me tell you something. NOBODY. Not you. Not mom. Not those people in school who are traitors. Maybe not even satan, could ever dream of hating me, more than I hate myself. And now, all I could ever think of was that my soul is corrupted by vengeance, and hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey, in your salvation, and my eternal slumber. All I could think of is to make the world a better place, to fulfill my fate as scapegoat, to fulfill my destiny as an abomination that God created by some accident, and to fulfill the purpose of my existance of sorrow. I must offer my "silent sacrifice". I feel like I deserve the Fire and Brimstone. I feel like I deserve drowning in the Sea of Fire. I feel like I deserve to be put in my place as a failed experiment, as an abomination. Look, if you don't respond, just know that, it's fine. I am an abomination. You would just waste your time praying for a lost cause. Where there are so many others that need your help, and God's help. After all my existence is a crime. And the swift arrow of justice is aiming towards my head. But if you do respond. Well. I will try to survive. But...I don't know how much time I have left.