i went to church yesterday. i felt really sick. so i sat the whole time. i recieved the eucharist because i always have. guess i should probably not do that. disrespectfulness. then i talked to a friend and left. then i listened to the smiths because they're supa fly.
my mom loves "God". and so does my pops. and my grandmother. she's a cool lady. but i ain't into that stuff. i used to pray when i was a kid. it was like yeah okay whatever. then i started thinking for myself instead of letting everyone tell me what to do. and i was like. what's all this business about? so i had a conversation with myself that basically led to me deciding that i don't know what i believe about "God". but i don't believe in an organized church. i don't know about jesus. he's kinda like a human who was supposedly "God", but i don't know. don't make much sense to me. i've been kinda mad at "God" the past couple years. like why does he have to make life suck so much? but whatever. i don't really care. it's not a big part of my life and i'm totally legitly cool with that.
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