I bring my word before yours, loser—because you are not my ****ing God despite how delusional you are in believing my world revolves around you; and I've had enough atheist friends to know that you don't love me or anyone—not even yourself. You are too busy arguing & devalidating everyone to cover up your inner condemnation, insecurities, and fears—that your ugliness is all we will ever see. And the next time you wanna call me "religious", make sure you know what the **** you're talking about; you have no idea what I believe—because unlike you, I don't broadcast it to look superior. You've shown your cards, and your hand is ****