Before and After
It's sunday morning, and I am being as usual being forced, to goto church,,,as usual,,,as it has been for as long as I can remember, there is rarely I a time I wanted to wake up and goto church, cause I have had ne reason...This morning is worse than all the others, this morning I am once again forced into wearing a skirt to church, I am forced to bend to man's will and wear a fucking skirt to church, I told myself I would never do that again, and now I would have to under the bitter sweet commmand of my gardian who seems to be attempting to find my breaking point and pushing me there, that is why i wish not to move. This is a battle of the wills, and I will not break, She pushes I will push harder, I will be requesting to attend the hutts church from now and on. She says no, I will be forced to draw out the big guns. It's a battle of the wills, and I plan on succeeding.