Eh..... I'm not throwing a big fit of rage or something.... but I must tell someone...
Or else I'm gonna go kabloey
It's about religion.
When I was really little... I like... like really believed in god. All of that. Yeah.
But... like.... two years ago or sometime.... I stopped believing.
It just... doesn't make any sense to me anymore.
I don't feel comfortable when the family prays at like dinner. I don't feel comfortable when my mom asks me to come to church.
My mom happens to be our church's youth minister.
I don't know what to do....
I need help... but I don't know....
no one's gonna even want to read this....
ehhhhh.....
I don't know what I believe, and I don't have the courage to say I don't believe in anything.
I know most of you have a tougher life than me.... and I respect that. But just cause I had 'a happy childhood' (which wasn't happy in the slightest, seeing as I moved all over the country and never had any friends) doesn't mean I don't have troubles.
I mean, I have a lot.
I know I usually seem cheerful, but those who show the prettiest smiles hide the deepest scars.
But my scars aren't deep yet.
I think I'm just starting to get cut.
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Things that are on my mind
RandomBasically the stuff I put on my message board but with visuals. Formerly known as 'A book of shit'
