You knock religion because it rules through fear. But what you don’t realize is that I am afraid of you, because of the way you ‘rule’ me. If you do something bad, I’ll get my phone taken away, or I won’t be able to see my boyfriend for a while. If you commit adultry, you go to hell. Same thing. Fear.
And I’d really like to say that no matter how many times you try to show me that he’s not good enough for me, he’s the only thing that keeps me from killing myself because of what you put me through.
I’m alive because of the person you can’t stand.