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TIFU by being too vocal about my opinions

Obligatory, this happened a couple months ago.

I (15M) am very left wing when it comes to politics. I'm an atheist who was against religion for the longest time, but I've gotten better about it.

I was friends with these 2 kids in my class (16M and 16F), and we started a group chat. The guy, let's call him Link, was kind of a dick. He still is, but he was at least nice when we were friends. The girl, let's call her Marilyn, was super nice. She helped me through some very tough times, especially when I had severe depression after my mom died. Link and Marilyn started dating a couple months before we started the group chat, and I thought they were a really cute couple.

During this time, me and my best friend, we'll call him Bradley (15M) were seeing all the news about how Trump is fucking up, and the wars, all that stuff, and we had very strong opinions on it. Mind you, we still do, but not to the extent we did. Anyways, me and Bradley got into a conversation about evangelism and why politics should not have anything to do with religion, and that's when we thought that all Christians were evil. (He was raised Christian, I was raised agnostic) Of course, this is just not true, and we were very prejudiced against religion.

That's where my fuck-up started. I was going on tiktok and YouTube, searching up anti-theism, and made a few posts like, "If God's real, he's a narcissist. The only way you can guarantee getting into heaven is believing in God, which would make all these horrible people, like Hitler, be in heaven, and if that's the case, I'd wanna be in hell." I had many other takes that I have since deleted and forgotten. I put a lot of these opinions as texts in the group chat with Link and Marilyn. They both repeatedly told me to stop voicing my opinions, and I said stuff like "yeah whatever". Classic teenage angst. Eventually, I sent the gods a narcissist text, and Marilyn decided she'd had enough. She texted in the group chat, "I'm leaving this group chat, because I can't deal with your shit anymore." The group chat ended, and I proceeded to text both Link and Marilyn if they wanted to be friends with me. Marilyn said she wanted me out of her life, and Link said no, and that he would never talk to me again.

Of course, I was still very depressed at this time, so that did not help at all. I cried myself to sleep the next couple weeks, and haven't been able to reconcile with them. Me and Bradley are still really good friends, and I talked to Link in the film study class we had together.

TL;DR: I sent a few opinionated texts to my group chat, and they wanted to cut me out of their lives.

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