There’s this overarching theme to Christianity,

That people are treated how they deserve to be treated

I internalised this so incredibly that when people treated me badly I tried to change to improve

Because they wouldn’t treat me badly if I didn’t deserve it, right?

Do unto others as you would have done unto you

Blah blah blah

It has a point, to a point

It has a point until thousands of people are gathering to protest my existence

And my spam folder is full of people messaging me directly to tell me I’m deranged, or mentally ill, or a groomer, or whatever else they came up with today

I kept trying to right myself

Because me must be wrong if people have a problem with me

But the reality is just that the myth of there being more good people than bad is untrue

Even if I could somehow save humanity, I probably wouldn’t do it

We seem unfit to inherit this Earth

We seem unfit to travel the stars

And I don’t think anyone will mourn us when we’re gone

And I don’t think we deserve to be mourned anyways

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