Tedi Tabytha
New member
I'm tired of this.
I don't want to go to church. I don't want to do profession of faith. I don't have any faith to profess. My parents are looking foward to me doing profession of faith. But I don't want to. But I can't tell them that because I'm too much of a goddamn pussy and don't want to make them upset with me, which is bound to happen anyway, because I always seem to end up hurting those I care about.
I told my sister I haven't been to church in a while, and she started bitching at me because of it. Then she invited me to her place for supper. She asked me why I didn't go to church on Sunday, and I said it was becuase I had a headache, but I went to her place for supper anyway. I didn't have a headache, yet I took 2 tylenols to make her think that that's the real reason why I stayed home.
Whenever people ask me why I wasn't in church on Sunday, my answer is "I didn't feel well." Because I can't tell them the real reason, because I don't like making people upset with me. I've done that too many times before. I'm living a lie. I'm not the person my parents tried to make me, although they still believe that I am. Because I can't tell them the truth because I'm a pussy.
I don't want to go to church. I don't want to do profession of faith. I don't have any faith to profess. My parents are looking foward to me doing profession of faith. But I don't want to. But I can't tell them that because I'm too much of a goddamn pussy and don't want to make them upset with me, which is bound to happen anyway, because I always seem to end up hurting those I care about.
I told my sister I haven't been to church in a while, and she started bitching at me because of it. Then she invited me to her place for supper. She asked me why I didn't go to church on Sunday, and I said it was becuase I had a headache, but I went to her place for supper anyway. I didn't have a headache, yet I took 2 tylenols to make her think that that's the real reason why I stayed home.
Whenever people ask me why I wasn't in church on Sunday, my answer is "I didn't feel well." Because I can't tell them the real reason, because I don't like making people upset with me. I've done that too many times before. I'm living a lie. I'm not the person my parents tried to make me, although they still believe that I am. Because I can't tell them the truth because I'm a pussy.