Oh well.
We went to Church today.
I alter served. Nothing new.
I still find myself pushing Him away. Why am I doing this?
Am I still one of His children?
I recently read a blog of someones. They said, and I quote: "The Bible was probably made up by someone and made segments of it called "Matthew, Luke, John ect." It may be a hoax, and sorry to break it to you, probably is"
If you're an atheist, look away.
Stupid cow.
You may look here again.
And now, here I am, on the world's most uncomfortable couch, my wrist in agony (cut it with a toenail) and the smell of brownies drifting though the air, as well as my sweat mixed together. Not so pleasant.
Suddenly my mom bursts through, shouting , "Hannah! Hannah!" at the top of her voice, like I couldn't hear her. In a sulky teenager (typical) way, I waited after 3 calls until replying, "Coming!"
I wondered into the kitchen, and sat myself down at the breakfast nook.
It took a bite out the brownie.
Ok, this is pretty good.
Ah, yet again hormones. That willed me to keep my mouth shut and just shovel that rich brownie and that creamy chocolate sauce in by the dozen.
I'm still busy looking for the purity ring.
Hey guys, If you've got one to sell (hopefully only because you are now married!) comment <3
Remember to always shave your llama,
Hannah.
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