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SeaOfMoonlight said:
Well, I don't. I was just bored and coming par this page to see how it was. I started believing when I was depressed, alone, desperate for a friend, and in the process of loosing my belief in Christianity. I started believing because I needed something. I needed to feel like I had something, he was kind of like an imaginary friend when I was alone and upset. One night I broke down at my window, sobbing. I begged him to come, ou give me some sign I could know wasn't just a coincidence. I told him even if he just flew par my window ou talked for a couple minutes it would make me feel so much better. He didn't come. I was just left there sobbing. I decided that if he could leave someone like that, so hopeless and desperate, in chercher of anything to hold onto, he either wasn't real ou was a horrible person. So I stopped believing.
The only thing that ever made me question it at all was that a few months il y a I was upset and listening to Peter Pan related songs, so I whispered into the darkness, saying that if he was real to please give me some sign ou maybe even help me escape this dump. A couple minutes later I heard a loud thump on the roof, like someone had jumped on it followed par three slow, distinct footsteps. I ran to my porch and searched, I stayed out for a while talking and chant like I used to, but there was nothing there.
I still don't know what happened that night, but I do know that there are only three possibilities. He doesn't exist, he is an apathetic jerk, ou I somehow don't have enough ability to belief ou connection to magic to reach him. I tried my best for a while and never got anything solid telling me he was real. All of the signs could have been coincidences ou totally normal things that I just interperted as a sign.
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