From Heartless To Hopeful: How A Lonely Girl Found God And Great Music!

When I was a young, dumb teenager, I thought I was sooooo hardcore because I was a feminazi with SSA. My soul was freaking crying out for a savior, and I tried to fill that void with dead stuff like godless bands, meaningless sex, weed, and cutting. I didn't know how lost I was. I also didn't know who the heck I was. Was I emo? Was I punk (uh like nooooo way LOL!)? Then, a series of God-ordained coincidences led me to a SSPX chapel, and thus I found the love of Jesus pouring into my soul. This is that crazy as heck story, compiled from diaries, and scraps of my own thoughts. Grittiness and Glory intersect here... This is my road to Damascus.

WARNING: I don't hold nothin' back, nor do I sanitize any of what I've written before in my sinful past. I may be all about dat Jesus bizness now, but I wasn't always. This story contains lotsa swearing in the earlier chapters, emo teenage shenanigans, Green Day idolatry, mentions of drug use, violence, racism, putting SSA on a pedestal, and other crud I can't remember lol.

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner.