when I was 19, a time much farther back than I had been alive at that time, My one true love became a Jesus freak. She begged me and implored me to "Just ask Jesus to come into your life." And being the lovestruck teenager I was, I did what she asked. I prayed every day for Jesus to come into my life, I carried a bible with me constantly and read it at every opportunity, I joined a pentecostal church, I wore crucifix around my neck that had belonged to a archbishop relative. And, every day I'd wake up and my first thought would be: "I don't believe this crap!" So, maybe my motives were wrong, but I did everything that Christians said I should do,for six months! Finely I decided that no matter what I did, I Just couldn't make myself believe, that Religion and the supernatural, just didn't make sense. And, I have never regretted losing my first true love.