Okay, I have to admit it, I'm terrified of holy grounds, and no I'm not 'unholy' or anything... Or at least I don't think so. I mean it's not like crosses and other holy shit hurt me or anything. I just- I just always end up hurt or yelled at or blamed for someone's dea- You know what let's just leave it at I always have something bad happen to me and the others around me in those places. So I'm gonna finally get this dumb thing I've been dealing with all my life of my chest and onto a sheet of paper, in a small journal I can keep on me so people won't call me hellspawn... again. So, let's start when I was five, and was first dragged to a church...