Sundays

I never thought in a million years that I would be the kind of person who'd want to go to church. Growing up in a Catholic background, I hated everything to do with religion - probably because I had a lot of people around me trying to shove their belief down my throat, and of course I didn't appreciate that very much. But now I've found a safe place for me, and even better then that I've found family! This puts a whole new meaning to "living for the weekend", at work I'm finding that the best way to get through the week is mentally counting the days down till Sunday, then "YAY! Happy Day!!!". I know it's stupid, but I don't care, all I can say is "Hallelujah!" finally something actually makes me happy. Not to mention the people, these people are the most amazing bunch I've ever met!!! (I loves yous guys x). Yes, you may have noticed that I am on a bit of a mental high, but at the moment i'm happy for no reason and I really hope it doesn't fizzle out too soon.

And now I can leave you with this - something that somebody said to me once: "Believe in your God, not the God of a religion"

Thankyou God =)