the fourth of fucking july
i don't even know if i believe in god, or if he can hear me even if he does exist. but i prayed for her anyway. she's dumb. she's mean. she's manipulative. she's mentally fucked up. but she's my sister. and nobody deserves to lose an arm. especially when they're a young attractive girl and that's all they got going. i preyed for something that will never happen. i prayed that all that's fucked up will get un-fucked-up. it's impossible even for a god, because things are never fixed, you just get used to it. and that's it. nothing for me to do but sit back and watch the pain of others, and learn to live with it.