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Of course people can't. Think that's kinda up to you.

And yet one of my friends thinks she can tell me what to think and how to feel. That's...ridiculous, to say the least.

It's stupid, and is she really a friend if she's doing that?

Well...she's got her heart in the right place, anyway...

She still shouldn't be trying to make you do anything, or feel any certain way.

She just...thinks I'm wrong. And I'm not. I'm convinced I'm not. I don't care what she's seen or felt or heard. I think she thinks she understands, and to be honest, she's gone through a lot worse, but...she said a few things I don't think I really needed to hear. If that makes sense.

What does she think you're wrong about?

It does, in a wierd way.

It's just...sorry, more personal than I'd like to talk about, really.

No. Don't worry. Your life, your secrets.

Was only returning the favor, buddy. It was advice. You don't want to take it? Certainly don't have to.

Edited 2008-10-16 20:31 (UTC)

So telling me my answer's wrong and that I should lose faith in one of the only people I actually had some faith in and still do somewhat I guess, that's advice? Then I don't need it. This has nothing to do with people who want to see the world burn; where the hell did you get that from? This is about believing in things that aren't there and the stupid, senseless things people do because of it.

Who are you to say that they aren't there for others? If I can't tell you what to feel, you can't tell me that the things I believe in aren't there.

Fine. Maybe you were crazy, then.

Look, I know you meant well. Really, I do, because...you're you, and I at least appreciate...y'know, some of the effort, but. Seriously. There's nothing in any religion that can make sense of a boy shooting himself in the head in the middle of a church. Nothing can make that make sense.

Do you really want me to believe? Or do you honestly think that this isn't my answer? I can't even tell right now.

Smooth, Billy. Smooth.

No, nothing will make that make sense. And getting angry at me, or anybody else, won't make it make sense either. But if it's going to make you feel better, get mad at me. Yell. It's unfair. Bitch about it. Break stuff. Do what you have to do.

I don't want you to believe anything you don't want to believe. I honestly think this isn't your answer. I honestly believe we're tested.

I snapped at Pepper yesterday. I don't think I meant to. I'm pissed at you. And I'm pissed at her and I'm pissed at myself and I'm pissed at the nonexistant God and I'm pissed at people who still go to church and I'm pissed at my roomie and I'm pissed at the dog and I'm pissed at--I'm just pissed. At the moment, it feels a lot better than nothing.

And if that was a test, then I failed it, and "God" can go fuck Himself.

Not that this makes a difference, but I am here for you. Pissed or not.

...Thanks. I mean, sorry. And thanks. I mean--you know what I mean.

I do. Don't mention it.

Exactly.

Exactly! ...It's probably more like a really common opinion, but, y'know. Needs to be said, now and then.

And said to the right people I think.

I can't stand it when people do that.

I know, right? It's like they want to think they know everything, or...something.

It's... more like 'it bothers me that you're not happy, so you should be'. For me.