To my family and God (if you exist): That I go to church when you force me to and pretend I beleive in God. I'm sorry that I took the body of Christ more than two times and one time I spat it out. I'm sorry that I lie and say I do believe in God and never find the courage to admit that I don't. I'm especially sorry for lying to you, dad, you found salvation from your sins through serving God and I lie to you to make you happy. I'm also sorry God, if you do exsist, that I stopped believing in you when the world showed me how hard life can be and faith didn't see me through. I'm also very sorry to my great grand-mother who prays for all of us everyday of her life for her family and everyone else in the world. I'm sorry for not believing.