bloodbreather

You cannot tell me that Jesus loves me when I never even met the guy. I don’t even like reading your shitty pamphlets about how sin is

WHAT I WANT TO DO

and not what

“GOD” WANTS.

You cannot use god as a weapon against AN AUTISTIC CHILD BARELY IN KINDERGARTEN AND TELL HIM HIS MELTDOWN IS MAKING GOD CRY BECAUSE HE IS MISBEHAVING

You triggered a dissociative from me on my first day and decided to just watch instead of telling someone “hey there’s a kid having a panic attack” and therefore have lost my respect.

You have tried to make me pray when all I wanted was to go home.

I don’t argue when the adults gave me the notes because they gave them to me when I was having episodes triggered by the kids downplaying how anxious I was.

I believe in evidence proven by science and not that “god created us from dust” when I came straight out of my mother, so did she. And my grandmother. We evolved from apes, and the earth came from dust left over by the sun. (If im not mistaken)

But it’s WHATEVER right?

I get my period.

I HAVE A PTSD EPISODE.

I couldn’t use ANY of the coping skills I have.

There were butterflies LITERALLY EVERYWHERE .

I’VE BEEN CRAMPING FOR 5 HOURS.

MY ARROWS ATE DIRT.

I CANT EVEN EAT BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE AN APPETITE.

And when I take my medication I get nauseous.