Church.

I look stupid, I know. But who cares? I do what I want. 

Just got home from church. Haven't attended mass for quite a long time. I really didn't know what to do or think. I felt like a liar standing there, singing holy songs and saying prayers the nuns at school made me memorize when I was a little girl. I tried to listen to the homily, but it was in our dialect and I could just understand snippets of it since I'm not familiar with profound Hiligaynon words.

Times I almost nodded off to sleep: Too embarrassed to tell.

I still don't know where I stand when it comes to my relationship with God. I know there's some heavenly entity up there watching over us, but I really don't know what to believe. What I do know is that I don't like organized religion. Does that make me agnostic?

But I do believe in God though. I talk to him every night before I go to sleep.