I forgot to mention...
The lovely people who brought me into "da troof" would write me letters from across Canada when I moved. Long, boring letters about kindumb stuff... and I would write back, thinking that they were my friends... HA!
The day I got baptised the letters stopped. I moved back into the hall, and the person who studied with me said 2 words to me in a year. OMG, what hypocrosy!
They are just too much... their love I can do without. It just showed how much christian love they had for me. Why would they write letters to me if they didn't even like me? It's so stupid how they were... OMG. I was just their kingdumb toy! What losers.