But I'm not. People see what they want to see in me. The **** I've done.... I shouldn't have gotten away with. If God's real, I don't think I can even be forgiven by him. I used to be so religious but now; I realize that I was just trying to justify who I was, who I still might as well be.
I'm not going to follow through with what I want to do. There's no point. Not to mention, I haven't entirely fulfilled my promise to my little brother.