Confession

I am not a bad human. I do not consider myself a bad human. I do have my sins and I am deeply ashamed of them.

There are some of them I can change, but one reason or another pulls me out.

I swear I have good intentions and good, fluffy dreams. Even though I am not a Christian, I do have my God and I consider him as being the best.

I sin like most of people do by praying only in my times of need, while I am happy I seem to forget it.

I have done some bad things in my life and some of them I keep doing. I like churches for their architecture and silence. But I don't believe in what they represent. I don't respect at all priests.

I have good and bad things in my life. But the goods I have, I have no guaranty I will have them as long as I am alive. Not even family.

That makes me a sad woman-kid.

I'm not even rich to do good deeds to wash my sins away. Well, I do some, but I don't believe their enough.

This is my confession before Easter.

And, you, my God, you rule!