It is not enough that I barely spend time with you anymore, and when I do, I have to share you with those fuckers. Fuck me.
Geez, I don’t wish bad things to people [unless I have a reason for it], and I do hope those two guys get better. But I can’t help myself on seeing how ironic the facts are. The one who was drunk is at his home, safe and sound, not a scratch on him, waiting FREELY to be prosecuted, while the two other guys, the father who was getting out of work in the middle of the night, the son who was picking up his father in his bike, are laying on a hospital bed, with everyone else not knowing if they’ll come out of this alive.
When these things happen, I can’t help wonder how people actually believe that things happen “for a reason”, or that it was “God’s will” or any other nonsensical bullshit of this kind. And it is so ironic that the father is one of the presidents of the LDS church in the city. A guy who pretty much lived inside the church, trying to do “God’s will” and that besides the religious bullshit, was a decent person all along. The worst thing is, if he and his son come out of this, it’ll be “thanks to God”. Well, if God is taking care of them now, where the hell he was when they got hit by a drunk driver? Was “He” too busy worrying if gay people are getting married? Was “He” caring if you were masturbating in that very moment? Was he thinking about what kind of eternal punishment I’ll get cause I don’t believe “His” sorry ass exists? Bitch, please. I freaking know where “He” was. “He” was at the same place where “He” has always been. INSIDE YOUR FREAKING MIND, and you know it, even if you deny it your entire life.