I am really not Catholic

Well, this weekend, I slept over my best friend's house.  She lives about half hour away, so whenever I go over, it ends up in a sleepover.  Usually, we don't go to church. Hell, I never go to church unless forced, but my brother had the bright idea of making me his sponsor for his confirmation. FML.  My mom told my friend's mom to make sure I went to church, so I had to spend an hour listening to most ridiculous nonsense ever.  Usually, I go to Polish mass, but their church is only in English, so I finally understood it.  And I hated it.

It was so STUPID.  And CLOSE MINDED.  It was about sinning and keeping our spiritual self healthy, and how confession is good for the soul.  Well, fuck off, bitch, because with the Catholic faith, every little damn thing is a sin, and I refuse to live with guilt.

The priest spoke of how people who confess often remember all of their sins because they pay mind to them, while those who confess every couple of years or so tend to think they haven't really sinned because they don't pay attention to their sins.  Of course.  Everything is a sin.  If I had to write down any time I sinned, there wouldn't be enough paper for anyone in the world.

Thoughts are sins!  I AM SORRY IF I GET ANGRY AND THINK MEAN THOUGHTS.  I hate this religion so much.  So so much.  I will be my brother's sponsor, but as soon as I am 18, my religion is undecided.  Or really, I just won't have one.  I don't want one.

Religion is archaic.  It was created to explain things people couldn't understand.  I'm sorry, but we have this wonderful thing called 'science' now.   It makes sense and explains things well, unlike religion.  Sorry, but I can't blindly follow contradictions and impossible phenomena.