We had the church where every person
dreamed, had there voices heard, had the drums, guitars, keyboards.
then we got a new pastor. everything changed. its boring, every
ones upset, hes a liar. no ones voices are being heard. i spend my
Sundays crying. this has been happening for 11 months now. much
longer, i don't know if there will be a church. but i see the
people i love and are soooooo close too being hurt and thats what
eats away at me. the fact that i cant help them and that i cant do
anything. so i talked to our new pastor. he told me " the
youth will never have a say" i died inside. then he has the
balls to sit in front of everyone and deny it, right in front of
me. him and my dad.--realllyyyyy close until all this started
happening. lied about my mom and me. My best friends family left
the church along with many others. i cry just thinking about never
seeing them again. this just leads to more arguments .my "best
friend" and i can even talk anymore without her rubbing it in
my face how happy they are at there new church "its a breath
of fresh air" my dad told me last night were leaving. i CRIED
MY EYES OUT. i haven't been fighting for 11 months to give up.
not now. not knowing how much it will hurt my family i have there.
not knowing that it hurt me sooooo much to see them leave, how can
i cause that same pain to the people i love. my dad and i
aren't really close but i know i should talk to him. i cant get
the words out though. i'm just stuck. stuck between making
myself happy and making other people happy.