"DAY 3: (More To Say)
I was asked if I believed in god. I use to. I use to be a perfect catholic girl. Every Sunday, my dad, brother, sister, mother. & I would get dressed for church. I remember I loved god, I thought he really was my father, I thought of him as a role model and as some higher power that everyone should respect. I thought god was kind sweet loving and caring. Then my dad passed away, and we stopped going to church, I stopped being that perfect catholic girl, I hated god. I thought, who the hell is he to take my best friend, my dad away from me? I was 9 and he decided to kill him off, why? I remember praying every since second of that week for him to let my dad live. For him to get out of that hospital and come back. Then he died. And I prayed and begged to god to bring him back, and then I thought is there REALLY a god? Like seriously. If god existed he wouldn’t put me through that pain, I’ve been nothing BUT kind to him. I NEVER disrespected him, and just this one time I wanted something I wanted something more than I wanted ANYTHING ELSE and he takes it away from me. After that last week, I thought of him no more. I don’t think he’s real anymore, nothing has shown me that he really exists. I still think of him from time to time, like last night, I thought maybe If I talk to him again he’ll answer me or something. I thought maybe I could go back to him and we could be friends again. But i’m scared I might trust this guy with my loved ones again, and then he’ll just kill them off. God."