I wonder if I really am all that fake.

Fake, as in putting up a front in front of others. Like I pretend to be all happy when I'm 'emo-ing' with many questions I'll never be able to answer...until I'm dead, and that'll be too late.

I mean, is God real? He's not tangible, or at least not to me at all! I don't seem to experience him anytime here, at least not in this world. All we have to go on are the different relics, sacred texts and the believers of each religion. That's measly! This small pile of scarcely strong evidence for us to make the most important decision in our life, ever? It doesn't make sense. Not at all.

Heck, we won't ever know which God is the real one, ever, until we die, at least. And then it'll be too late. We can only have one religion when we die. And no one here knows FOR CERTAIN, with some SOLID EVIDENCE, (for once) which is the right religion. Which ones send you to hell and which to heaven.

Life, is ridiculous. Just what the heck am I living for?!?!