sometimes i hate my parents. i just do. they never treat me right— but that’s a rant for another time.

i was connecting up my drawing tablet so i could wind down and draw until my ma comes in my room, and wishes me goodnight and al that. and before she leaves she goes “you know you should keep praying to jesus. he does amazing things for you. he is awesome. i couldn’t imagine a world without him.” and all that bullshit. she goes on a whole tangent.

she knows ive told her before that i do not believe in god and do not follow the teachings because i just don’t like it and i personally find it constricting.

i have nothing against christians— you do you, just please don’t forcd your religion on me or try to convert me. it’s kind of insulting especially when ive already told you im agnostic.

i told her, “mom you know i don’t pray right? we’ve talked about this.”

she goes on another tangent like “well you should”

and im like “well it’s not my thing, okay?”

and my dad who’s all the way fucking downstairs goes “what do you mean? it’s not a thing. you should be accepting of it.”

so my mom says “sophia it’s very real and not a thing. you need to embrace him in your life. you would break your grandmothers poor heart!” and i love my grandma but like i don’t want to be fake to her and stuff, i just really can’t deal with Christianity.

and so my parents are upset with me about it and i just want them to fucking accept that im not christian and for them to just STOP forcing and smothering their religion on me. im done!

sometimes i wish i was raised by a pack of wolves. a pack of wolves would respect me more than my parents ever did.

totally fuckn killed my drawing spirit. great, thanks, assholes.