That good little church girl.

I don't know her anymore.

I hate going to church now - really, I can't stand it.

Religion and science conflict and sometimes it get's mixed up when I talk religion with my parents.

My parents have such a strong faith in God, it's weird that I don't.

They raised me in church and always told me that he was the only way to get anything done in life.

Then I grew up.

I realized that my church is filled with hypocrites and people who only look out for themselves. God? He existed only in theory for these people.

My parents are blinded to what goes on behind church doors and simply ignore me when I plead with them to understand.

I am alone in this household when it comes to religion.

They tell me that I think I'm a know-it-all, and that ever since I started going to high school, I think I'm miss thaaang.

It's not my fault you grew up in a third world country where you had nothing else to believe in.

I'm just not religious - but they can't accept this.

I can't say it to their faces because it would break their hearts.

So, every Sunday, I don my Sunday best and walk into a mass gathering of fakers.

I hate putting on that image and I hate how I can't do anything about it without hurting someone.

This picture was taken right after I came home from church - it's how I feel everytime I leave that building.

Religion is supposed to be a good thing - look at what it's done to me.