yes, yes, i know.

i know, i realize that this is the third time i've blogged tonight. but it's bothering me. so i'm sending it into cyberspace... (side note: why do i blog? i'm not exactly sure. who even reads this? jenn? are you there? the occasional laura? anyone else? i'm just not sure.)

anyways...this is what's bothering me: fca. why do people go? to socialize? i know that's not right. to worship? that would be a good reason, but me parece que ningun really does that, in a legit way.

i'm just so sick of fake. i'm so sick of not feeling like praying, listening, singing, and doing it anyway. i'm sick of other people doing the same. this is not what i signed up for. this is death.

i said yes to life. freedom. happiness. (the real happiness, like joy, not the fake, worldly happiness.) light.

fake = dark. fake = unreal. i'm all about real, especially when the real is better than the fake. and even when it's not.

does any of this make sense? can You hear me? is it time to be real yet?