It's funny how a prayer can change your life. You read something dark, and horrifying, and you like it. Then your horrifying thoughts you had before turn worse. And then you start writing them down. I used to be a not so innocent church girl, but, still a church girl at that. My old church was the craziest and most fun church in the world. I used to have loyal friends that I loved. I used to do cheerleading, play basketball, academic teams, student council, straight As, advanced classes. I was the Barbie of my grade, except brunette. Perfect house, perfect friends, not so perfect family (but I could deal with them,) made up my perfect life. I wish that prayer would have never come out of my lips. Maybe if it hadn't I wouldn't be a lieing, hypocritical, cheating, bitchy, hollow body. But what I prayed can't be changed. Can it?
Dear loving god,
Life is so boring! I wish it was more interesting. A million thanks, and infinity more,
In Jesus name I pray,
Amen
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Life might be a bitch, but I can be a better one! Book one of:I am Not a Summer
Teen FictionPerfection is the lock However I am not the key I am not a Summer doll Never have been, never will be
