There's a time and a place for everything. This is both.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I hate that I cant really enjoy my religion when H is around. He thinks that he lives on a higher plain than that of religion. But it brings me peace and comfort. I feel like I know who I am, and who the Savior is through it. It really hurts that I cant share that with them. And I tired of feeling looked down upon because of my choice in religious beliefs.