I didn't think then, and I still don't, that I was actually sick.
If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one.
There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.
I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.
But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God.
I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.
I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!
The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.
It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn't they see it? It still puzzles me.
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.