And if you know what I know, you know that trust is dead.
When I was six I was told that I needed to believe in something. They told me, “Believe in something.” Believe in your family. Believe in yourself. Believe in your neighbor. Believe in your friends. Believe in God-the man who created you; the man who will love you more than anything no matter what you do. My family tells everyone secretes I confide in them. I let myself down every day. My neighbor keeps shutting the door on my face. I have two friends, and that is until they screw me over [like all the others] which I am currently impatiently waiting. I’ve written God 4492 letters. I started writing them when I was six-and he still hasn’t wrote me back. What do I have left to believe in?