Uncontrollable Bad Thoughts About God Novels & Stories

*Pray about it *Fill your mind with upbuilding thoughts *Dont give up, even if the feeling persists God created us not as Robots but as someone with free will, to decide between right and wrong God gave us feelings, not for us to give in to them but to learn how to control them. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be HEART MATTERS: WHAT IS TRUE LOVE? (A ROMANCE GENRE), which will be a continuation of the love life of Rachael, Andrew, Kevin, and Rachael. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction or anything about advising. My F******K ID: Komol

I was furious, I attempted to do my best to control my anger, but that was probably an impossible idea. I would not say that I was in disbelief that Hannah did something like that. Actually, my mind assumed the thought that has just turned into reality; my mind awaited for something like that to happen from Hannah, but my heart refused to give in to those toxic thoughts, neglecting all the signs that I witnessed during the past few days, thinking that my mind just loved taking me to dark places.

She's so hot, Oh my God, those round balls on her chest, I would love to grab em, and. In a split second my mind became crowded with crazy thoughts. I tried to wave the thoughts out of my head but a voice kept panging in my head, telling me all sort of bullshit. I shook my head and pounded it down again and again on my palms, but my thoughts would not dislodge themselves. Oh God, I bet those lips are cherries in disguise.... what must it feel like to taste those lips...I mean No, no, enough. I shook my head vigoriously fortunately it helped in getting rid of the impious thoughts.

Whatever did that mean? I didn't know if I should be worried or not but if it was the kind that made want to torture a child, then it was bad. Very bad. “Can you tell what could be the cause?” I asked, stepping closer. “It's…. It's like some sort of… I don't know,” he sighed. “It just feels like I'm not in the right headspace. My thoughts keep getting darker, and my control is slipping. It's like something is clawing at me from the inside, and I can’t shake it.”

Inferno is really a scary place that's why I will beg for forgiveness to our mighty god. I'm going to church after this. I knew that god watches us that's why I've got negative points to heaven because of clinging to Mordrake. I pity myself, why is this alwayd happened to me? Why I can't control my own feelings? Im really sure about this. Why I'm so dumb? I can't get it? My mom and dad was not stupid. So, I'm special creature with the mind like an animal. How ashamed? hu hu hu.

"Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession." A woman's voice. Middle-aged, tired. "Go ahead, my child," Veronica said, trying to keep her voice steady as Father Marcus's fingers began stroking her clit in slow circles. "Tell me what troubles you." "I've been having impure thoughts about a man at my workplace. Nothing has happened, but the thoughts are... persistent. Distracting." "Impure thoughts are natural," Veronica managed, even as Marcus's fingers pushed inside her pussy, two of them, working in and out slowly. "The sin is not in the thought itself, but in dwelling on it. In nurturing it rather than dismissing it."

I suppose this is better than being stuffed in the trunk. I don't know where we're going and I don't know what situation I'm going to find when I get there. I recognize in a detached way that fixating about whatever is coming next will only harm my tenuous mental state further. I close my eyes and try to focus on nothingness. Thinking about bad things is too traumatizing. Thinking about good things is too painful. Thinking about sad things is too heartbreaking. If I can pretend nothing is happening, convince myself that I don't exist, maybe when I

I am good. I followed the rules, always did my best, and yet one bad thing after another happens to me. And yet my father, a bad man, is alive while nearly half a dozen people lay six feet beneath the earth for being good. How does this make any sense? How is this God's will? Why does God punish the good? Fuck God’s will. Fuck God in general. Didn't I make it clear that I don't want to hear from him anymore? That I want nothing to do with him, or anything remotely related to him?

This was coming exactly from the mouth of a prime-time overthinker. The past week had been all the words and phrases to describe hell on earth. It comprised of stupid people sending me emails about how sorry they were, about how I should accept their thoughts and prayers. Telling me to accept whatever the universe declared was Father's fate. Talking about how we couldn't rewrite destiny. Men, fuck those people. Their thoughts and prayers weren't going to lift him up from that bed, and make him whole. I, for one, was trying so hard to think about what happened next, but I didn't want to lose hope. The last thing I needed was someone telling me to accept their prayers. They weren't God.

he smirked. “Oh no. I'm gonna sleep--” “Listen to me” he demanded. “At once. I don’t like it when you don’t” “Oh, so you’re gonna control me now?” “Any problems?” I looked down and nodded my head in denial. I don’t even have the right to tell him that this is just not fair. Life is so unfair sometimes that I start to believe that God isn’t real. I mean, how can the good ones have such a bad fate sometimes and how can the bad ones always stay happy? Is this Karma? I don’t think so.