Why can't she understand? We are so much alike, my mom and I, but yet she can't seem to understand that I'm not a believer. I'm not saying that she shouldn't believe in God. I'm just saying I don't. Why should I? My life has been a complete mess. He is supposed to help us right. He's supposed to be our savior. Yet my life has been nothing but misery. Everyday I have to see his face. He may be in jail, but I see him. In my dreams and every time I close my eyes he's there. If God is so powerful why did he do this to me? Why did he create me so I could be torn apart by a monster? I've been told I'm a survivor. Why don't I feel like one? So many unanswered questions. When will I have my answers?-Vn