gymnast ♥ƒor life♥
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My entire life I was raised to believe there is a god.
I've been dragged to church, taught to pray and read the bible, and all that other religious shit. Yet, at the age of 17, I started doubting. I attended a christian school, yet none of the students seemed to be very christian. Christianity's supposed to be about love, they all hated me. Students and teachers alike.
Yet, I still went to church, not because I wanted to, but because my parents told me that if I didn't, I could find another place to live. I had nowhere to go, so I kept going for another 5 years.
I still go occasionally, though I don't know why. I don't agree with a lot of the things they say. Their Holier than thou attitude annoys me. And yet, I go, because it's what's expected of me. If I stop going, people will get hurt, and I don't like hurting people. My brother stopped going a few years ago and my parents still aren't over it...
I don't know. I feel like I'm living a lie. I don't feel god in my life at all. In fact, I sometimes feel that he put me on this earth so he can have a cheap laugh. So, I can put on my good little christian facade and keep going and keep everybody happy, or stop going and hurt the people that I care about.
Fuck, I don't know what to do. I don't know anything anymore.
I've been dragged to church, taught to pray and read the bible, and all that other religious shit. Yet, at the age of 17, I started doubting. I attended a christian school, yet none of the students seemed to be very christian. Christianity's supposed to be about love, they all hated me. Students and teachers alike.
Yet, I still went to church, not because I wanted to, but because my parents told me that if I didn't, I could find another place to live. I had nowhere to go, so I kept going for another 5 years.
I still go occasionally, though I don't know why. I don't agree with a lot of the things they say. Their Holier than thou attitude annoys me. And yet, I go, because it's what's expected of me. If I stop going, people will get hurt, and I don't like hurting people. My brother stopped going a few years ago and my parents still aren't over it...
I don't know. I feel like I'm living a lie. I don't feel god in my life at all. In fact, I sometimes feel that he put me on this earth so he can have a cheap laugh. So, I can put on my good little christian facade and keep going and keep everybody happy, or stop going and hurt the people that I care about.
Fuck, I don't know what to do. I don't know anything anymore.