I guess, I should have expected that someone would ask me eventually about my standing in my religion(weakling!!!). But it still caught me off guard, that all I can do was smile and give the usual "its complicated" answer, avoiding the whole situation(hahaha!). It was funny when I had a chance to think about it. That after all I've been through(trust me on this part its been a lot), I still care. Is this remnants of my faith or a longing for something forgotten ( and with my memory in fragments).

It is true that there are times when I still yearn to be in His good graces again (yeah right). I still have that void inside me eating me slowly (feeling it but your enjoying it), with no solution in sight.(quitter!)