Threads: God Hates Me

I'd had enough: my frustrations, my futility, my finances. "God hates me."

So I fled to the desert in irrational hope. That's when I stepped into the quicksand. "God hates me! I'm being punished!"

Then I saw her standing there, the girl with dangling hair. "If you lay on your back you can float your way out."

"Nothing can save me! God hates me!"

"I don't think it's *God* who hates you."

After she left, I took her advice and escaped. Had she stayed I'd rather of died. Now she's lost to me.