Sometimes I wish I got confirmed. My family left the church right after I got my communion because my brother got kicked out of CCD. The family story is that this was noble because he was asking pressing questions about the big bang and evolution or whatever, but we had class together and he was honestly a menace. I was so upset... I loved church. I love confessing and praying and saying things in unison. I prayed 3 prayers every night. Sometimes I wonder if I would still be catholic if we hadn't left. But instead I found tumblr and got weird and gay. And then I think about getting old and how both of my grandmother's were catholic and their mothers and their mothers and so on. Maybe when I am old and somebody's mother I will turn back and finish my sacraments