I am the child of a lunatic. Not a child of God.

Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

Your folks are like God because you want to know they're out there and you want them to approve of your life, still you only call them when you're in a crisis and need something.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will f--- you up, every time.

What you have to consider, is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that can happen.