We had the church where every person dreamed, had there voices heard, had the drums, guitars, keyboards. then we got a new pastor. everything changed. its boring, every ones upset, hes a liar. no ones voices are being heard. i spend my Sundays crying. this has been happening for 11 months now. much longer, i don't know if there will be a church. but i see the people i love and are soooooo close too being hurt and thats what eats away at me. the fact that i cant help them and that i cant do anything. so i talked to our new pastor. he told me " the youth will never have a say" i died inside. then he has the balls to sit in front of everyone and deny it, right in front of me. him and my dad.--realllyyyyy close until all this started happening. lied about my mom and me. My best friends family left the church along with many others. i cry just thinking about never seeing them again. this just leads to more arguments .my "best friend" and i can even talk anymore without her rubbing it in my face how happy they are at there new church "its a breath of fresh air" my dad told me last night were leaving. i CRIED MY EYES OUT. i haven't been fighting for 11 months to give up. not now. not knowing how much it will hurt my family i have there. not knowing that it hurt me sooooo much to see them leave, how can i cause that same pain to the people i love. my dad and i aren't really close but i know i should talk to him. i cant get the words out though. i'm just stuck. stuck between making myself happy and making other people happy.