I think I’m going to hell, Rubes.
Which probably doesn’t even make any sense, because you should know, I don’t really believe in God or Heaven or any of that. But if I did, I think I’d be going to hell.
How does one become better than they are? I don’t know why I feel like you have all the answers. It’s like every time I turn the corner with another bad thing in mind, you’re there. For someone I’m not even supposed to be friends with, you’ve seen darker parts of me than half my friends have. Only Tyson’s seen that deep. And maybe it was just the sickness, but now you know some of it too, and I don’t know why I’m okay with that. You’re a good person, and I’m not. We’re like hot and cold.
There’s something deep inside, I can tell, it’s like you’re hiding something. I wonder about you and Texas with how protective you are over her. I would listen if you told me about it, just in case you were wondering. I’m absolute shit with words, but I can listen like no one else.
Don’t worry about me though. I can tell you do. And I know you probably think i can be saved if I confess my sins or whatever, but God can’t save me. He couldn’t save Hazel, He couldn’t save my parents’ apparent love for each other, none of that. I know it’s what you believe, hell, it’s what Tyson believes. But I’ve got no reason to believe it.
I’m going to be okay. I’m always going to be okay. I’ve always had to be okay. But between you and me, Rubes, there’s no place in Heaven for people like me. Not even if I believed it existed.