Oh, You Sweet Sweet Sweet Sacrilege!

Disclaimer: content is of much vulgarity.

There came a point (last last week) that I was totally bored to death. To not have an adventure for two weeks and no one to really talk to was totally irritating. Okay, so anyway, while I was alone with my thoughts, I questioned myself and every teenager: is cursing really necessary to express agitation, relief, hatred or grief? I don't know. No, not really, even though we all know that cussing can never really change a particular situation.

I, I admit, am guilty for speaking profanity for at least three fourths my teenage life - I can't even express my opinions without the word "fuck" in my statements sometimes. I just thought of it as essential to my everyday living. Well, most of those evil words blurt out of my mouth when the bitches are around (long story). I am so disappointed with myself for stooping into their level. I shouldn't. Nobody in the right mind should.

Urgh. I am such a bad Christian - choosing to let my wrath take over me when I should be living up to my title.

You can help me by praying for me to have the guts to eliminate this very unhealthy habit. :)

Note: I am not encouraging any of you readers to imitate what I do. I wrote this entry because I am confused.