the makings of me

i'm tired of this life.
i can't sleep again.
at least not by myself.
it's weird, i never used to have these kind of feelings.

i'm trying not to get on the computer as much, the internet has never really done me much good.'
can you guys believe that i'm typing this without looking at the keyboard?
pretty amazing. (;

i wonder what other people think of me.
so far when people usually say snobby or picky.

i don't think i'm either of those things, but then again, does a killer think of himself as insane?

i don't pray much anymore.
only when i need something.
that's not fair though.
i shouldn't just use God only when i need him.
he's never used me.
well, at least not in a bad way.

why are atheists so mean to christians?
why do they feel the need to feel superior by pointing out the "flaws' in religion.
it doesn't make them look smart.

it makes them look like assholes.

i would never criticize anyone's religion, and whenever i'm tempted to i ask myself,
"why should people be made to feel small because of something that they honestly believe in?"
i would hate it if someone did it to me.

i dunno, maybe i just am too opinonated.

stay classy.