Who I am hates who I used to be.

This week, whilst Brawling, I've come to the conclusion that there is no God. The past week, just about everything has fallen apart. I'm anti social, breaking down more frequently, and worse, depressed, and constantly feeling nausious, I have anxiety to thank for that.

If you've read my blogs since Friday the eighteenth, you'd have an accurate idea of what's making me destroy myself like this. But, deeper revelations have come to the surface.

While my auntie was comforting Daniel after Jeff yelled at him for twenty minutes over nothing, Jeff walked off, and told Rachel that night that "Chrissy was inappropriately touching Daniel on the inner thigh." Rachel believed this. Last night, my aunt called Rachel to try to apologize, so she could have the relationship with her sister back. Instead, Rachel calls her a pedophile, and a fight breaks out. My auntie tries to tell Rachel what happened, hangs up the phone after Rachel doesn't believe her, and my aunt is in a worse state than before.

Funnily, I'm going to collect more things from Rachels now. Thankfully, Hannah and Muth are coming, so I don't do anything I'll regret.

Anyway, back to the no God topic.
There's no God. God wouldn't let humanity suffer as my aunt and I have. God wouldn't send his son down to Earth, with humanity. No man would put their son through that.

I'm in town, time for breakfast.
Love.