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Madaglan
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I ask this because I’m really angry at him right now. He doesn’t care for me at all–or at least he doesn’t show it. Quite often he makes it as though he is about to extricate me from years of suffering, and then he pulls his hand away with a smirk and says, “gotcha, sucker!” I’m sick of God giving everyone else around me happy moments of love, academic progress and exciting and expensive trips, allowing them to live normal lives, when he treats me like junk. And then he makes me so that I don’t know what is right and wrong, try to do what I think is ok, and I end up hurting other people when I don’t mean to by doing what they consider wrong; and then people mark me as some wrongdoer.
I hope God kills me soon, or that he do the more difficult alternative, and actually help me for once. I feel like switching sides I praise God for my sufferings, I pray rosaries many times a week, I pray novenas which are said never to go unaswered, but which nevertheless go unaswered, I wear the miraculous medal which Mary says by wearing gives graces, which I have not received. I’m beginning to wonder if He whom I’m angry at is just something my mind created.
Sorry, I’m just really angry right now and need to vent. I’m going to thrash my guardian angel if I ever meet him. He’s probably a crack-addict who doesn’t look after me. He certainly isn’t looking after me as I now type. In any case, God is probably writing down this incident in some big book, to use to send me to hell or to give me 100 years of punishment in Purgatory. Anyone have anything inspiring to say about being angry at God?
I hope God kills me soon, or that he do the more difficult alternative, and actually help me for once. I feel like switching sides I praise God for my sufferings, I pray rosaries many times a week, I pray novenas which are said never to go unaswered, but which nevertheless go unaswered, I wear the miraculous medal which Mary says by wearing gives graces, which I have not received. I’m beginning to wonder if He whom I’m angry at is just something my mind created.
Sorry, I’m just really angry right now and need to vent. I’m going to thrash my guardian angel if I ever meet him. He’s probably a crack-addict who doesn’t look after me. He certainly isn’t looking after me as I now type. In any case, God is probably writing down this incident in some big book, to use to send me to hell or to give me 100 years of punishment in Purgatory. Anyone have anything inspiring to say about being angry at God?