Stacie is the best. Helping me with my report like that--she should get a medal. Waterpark was okay. Steffs and I went on four rides, got water up our noses on the last one, got sick of standing in line, and just lounged the rest of the time. We shared a plate of chili cheese fries, two funnel cakes, each had half a sandwich, and had two slushies apiece. They were like, water. It was funny. The highlight of the whole damn thing was when this fat old guy like, winked at Stephanie. I thought it was a hoot...heh. He was like, "Hey...*wink*." And I kept bugging her about it--he was like what, forty??? EWWW Church today was cool. I really like going to church. A lot of people I know lately have been telling me I'm completely insane for believing in God, and I was flipping through entries yesterday in this journal and found a comment that said "Oh Geez. You think God is real and actually talk to him, you need therapy." It upset me so much I deleted it. It still makes me cry. How can someone be so faithless? It disgusts me and sends me into utter pity for the person all at once. Don't you WANT to believe there's someone to catch you when you fall? Don't you want to understand how the fuck you got here and where the fuck you're going to go when you die? Why do people constantly deny Him? It makes me MAD. I want God to stop loving them, to banish them to hell for eternity. But you know what? That's not how He works. He loves each one of his children, and forgives us all. That's the beauty of God..that's the power of love. And...*shakes head* I can't make...anyone understand. It's amazing. He is amazing. Every day I think about this, and I just get this sheer overwhelming feeling of "wow". I...I dunno. Oh. And if you're going to comment something bad my beliefs here, I think you better consider yourself a disgusting, hateful person. I will merely delete your comments. I will never, ever change what I think about God and Salvation. If you have nothing nice to say, just shut the fucking hell UP. For ONCE! There. I feel angry now. I'm mad. I want to rip something to pieces. GAH. I'm going to go take a nap. Sarah's gone for the week. That makes sad. I'm leaving for a week soon, too. Hahah. I don't have to put up with flack for a whole WEEK. Sometimes I just get so tired of living, and the living.