Fuck it, this is how I spend my time. When I just wanna release.
Why is love always on my head. It makes me fucking sick. I want it now. Why can't some girl just magically just show up.
Fuck this holiday. Just reminds me I can't drink. I drink don't shitty green beer, just the authentic shit.
Well I got sidetracked real fast. Anyways a story about the doomsayers who came to our door to preach to us.
Wow she was hot, a bit dark for my taste, but a cute face. She was with some preacher to force feed me food for thought. Listen there is a reason I haven't read that book. I'm good enough.
That all changed when she showed me the picture book. A kid in a wheel chair walking.
"All these are possible," she says.
My step dad noticed that one where it says, 'No one will be sick'.
Looks like a book promoting the advancement of medicine. But that's just my perspective of it. Do these people actually believe God is gonna do all this. Then why should we even try. I never felt so distant. Maybe it was a metaphor. I don't know.
I'm going back to school for LPN, so I can hand out miracles. Or pills.
