I remembered how I tried so hard to tell every one this and that but no matter how hard I try they won’t even listen to what I have to say because I’m not a Christian, therefore, I’m demonic. And when Christians listen to demonic people, they sin in the eyes of their God? Then, I thought to myself, “Great! This is what you get for trying to tell people they’re wrong about you and you also deserve some damn respect from them even though you’re not a Christian.” Because of most Christians that always puts me down (well, they call themselves Christians) I lost my faith on myself and I always thought that I’m worthless. I tried to become a Christian to understand them. When I became one, it was then that I realized that they were the ones who are wrong, not me. I then thought, “So what is it if I’m not a Christian? Is being one the measurement of people’s morality or righteousness? Are Christians the good ones and the non-Christians, the evil? No. Because I’m better than those people who claim themselves as one on which they themselves commit sin while trying too hard to avoid it. We are all sinners, no matter how hard you try to deny it.