I'm about to move about an hour away where I got a job that provides a little apartment for free. I hauled a box out of my closet that contains about twenty journals that I've kept since I was a kid. I couldn't resist pulling them out and reading them and now I'm wasting my time on it when I should be packing. Anyway. This page made me smile. I wrote it right after deconverting. I was about nineteen years old.
Previously I stated that "I have learned that death is scary and that… Continue