A friend of mine told me told me this a while back. Let me give you some backround information about him. His mom hates him, his dad hates him. They both told him that they hated him. They called the cops on him, they made up stories to get him into juve, they've put him in mental insitutes when he's the nicest kid i know and has nothing wrong with him. They dont beat him, they could if he wasnt stronger than them. The parents are fucking losers. Every day he talks to himself, asking himself if this is the day hes going to kill his parents, and then himself. He always cries because he wont kill himself, and hes got nothing to live for. His parents love his brother, but not him. His brother smokes pot/smokes crack and does all sorts of drugs.

He used to be a big believer, i asked him why doesnt he ever believe anymore.. He told me this:

I used to go to chuch every sunday, and mass at night, i used to prey every day, and try not to sin. When i needed one thing, and that was to get my parents to love me... He wouldnt do it. He wont let them love me. He wont let them understand that im not a bad kid... Thats when it stopped. I stopped believeing. I realized that god isnt real, if he was why would he make us so fucked up? If we are supposed to be in his image, then he must be a fucked up guy.

Everyone trys to get me to believe again. Its not going to work. Want to know why?

If I stick my hand in the fire. It fucking burns right? Im not gonna do it again. If somone tells me to do it again, and I'll get a magical pony, fuck that. It fucking burns, and I wont get this magical pony, ive done this before and Ive gotten shit.

The conversation ended there.

You think about that guys..