I grew up in a Mormon family. Blah blah blah, religious trauma, blah blah blah I found my own religion outside of Jesus and the Bible. My mom knows I'm an atheist, but she doesn't know I'm a Satanist. It's hell to hide things, including my true self. It's pure torture for me. When can I start living freely? When can I openly be myself? When will the world be safe and accepting?- naive question, it never was and it never will be. This is such fucking bullshit. I want to wear inverted pentacles and curate an altar for myself. I want to be myself, is that really too much to ask? Because it seems so. One more year. One more year and then I can begin to move out. Hail Satan, Hail Thyself. Stay strong, me. Stay strong.
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