I don’t believe in god. I am and still are being raised in a Christian household. I feel like the day that I came to terms with it is the day that (this sounds stupid) the “spark” was gone. I still pray sometimes, but I don’t feel the connection like I used to. I don’t know if I am imagining it but it feels like if there is something I gave up on me because I said I’ didn’t believe in it anymore. If he loves me, would he still answer if I prayed? I feel like I am very lucky. I have a good home, food, water, friends, im not bullied. I am an atheist but I feel like the universe looks out for me. Is that the equivalent to god? I still go to church sometimes with my grandma. But Everytime she takes my sister to church and I ask to stay, I feel guilty. But honestly who cares if I don’t get eternal life. Life is short for a reason. I don’t want to live in heaven because it will be the same as hell if I am forever faced with the reminder I was wrong.