Believe bad or good what?

Living situation in Dallas, which seemed like a somewhat sure thing, is a somewhat unsure thing. Family talked about Trump so I left the lakehouse early, because I am strongly against much of what he stands for. Family is messed up. I'm messed up. And I sit wondering if the luxuries of America really are better than the dull alcoholic life I lived on the island. At least there, my mind was consumed with lesser things like a social life I didn't have and an oppressive sadness. Instead, I just feel like I believe in a God whose people generally believe against what I think is most important. Maybe I'm being stupid. Or judgmental. Stupid brain.