Church is hell too
One of my many many pains in this new family was a mean old woman named Jo Sybil. Betty was her sister unfortunately, so I got to see lots of her. Betty as I wrote before.
Jo hated me, some people just hate for no reason. This was another reason why life sucked. You know that one person in your group you don't really like? Sometimes people hate/dislike for no reason. As you know Betty made me go to church with her. I hated it. Religion was even scarier than people. I had seen it at one of the asylum's I was forced to be put into. To me it was a way for someone to justify themselves, that hate was okay. Because of the drugs Angie had me on, as well as the constant fights, I had many moments where I'd doze off. I dozed off and Jo pinched me so hard that I bled. Of course I felt nothing and that only made her punch harder. Angie of course put a stop to it. I was not aloud to go to church anymore. It wasn't that much of a loss to me. There was an even bigger problem, I was becoming numb to the world and that scared me even more than that old wicked woman.
