Omg, okay so I just got home from Taylor's youth group thing.
First they played some dodgeball which looked like fun.
Then we listened to music..
It was like ordinary bands but they sang about God and Jesus which kinda ruined it.
Then we watched this movie about prayers and how god doesn't always answer them.
(yeah, blame all the deaths of kids in africa on the fact that god is lazy and doesn't wanna answer)
Then this leader in the group, who's also a mom of one of the girls told us about her kid that died,
he was the twin of the kid she has now and boohoo that's so sad and yadayada.
Then her kid start bawling and I'm like eh you didn't even know the kid that died?
Then all the other kids burst into tears and I was pretending that it was raining. (haha way to translate a swedish saying)
Let me just say that it was awkward.
I went downstairs and ate cookies instead.
Then the other kids came downstairs and someone said "I cant believe how some people kills their babies when some people wants theirs this much!" I'm like ehhhh f u.
Ah, you have nooooooo idea how frustrating it is to not be able to say whatever you want here.
Anyways.. I'm going to bed. Over and Out.