it's so frustrating to have been raised catholic bc wdym i don't even practice (or believe for that matter) and everything that i ever learned about it still festers in my mind for hours on end, calling me a horrible person
like i literally haven't gone to church in almost ten years but wdym i went home for break, found the necklace with my confirmation saint on it, cried for two hours, and now i'm back at college wearing it...













