Have you ever had a broken heart?

Have you ever had a broken heart?

I miss the comfort in being sad.

I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.

I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.