Growing up I was raised to be a Christian. In my mid to late teens, I lost faith in God and everything to do with religion. The family on my mother side are very religious. I’m afraid to get disowned by them if I tell them. Every time they bring it up I just smile and pretend I care. When I actually feel dead on the inside. If there was a god out there then why is there so much pain and suffering happening. All because he putting us through this so-called test to see if we’re fit to enter some cloudly city. I call b*******!
