I already wrote once today, but I was in a hurry, so I'm writing again.

I am such an angry person. And when I'm mad at someone, I don't avoid them. I don't make sure that I don't ever have to see them again. I want to be with them. I want to be with them and make them feel as miserable and guilty and disgusting as possible. And then I become the bad person. I poke and prod to no end. I rub noses into the carpet until they break and bleed. I make a hole in the person bigger than the hole they left in me. And then I'm not even done. I'm never done. They have to run away, they have to get away, far, far away from me until I don't care anymore. I care for a long time.

This summer is turning into last summer quickly. In good ways and bad ways.

I'm happy and sad.
I'm a tangle of words that I can't straighten out.


I was talking to this guy that's my friend, but more of a friend of a friend (confusing, I know) about God, about religion. I, personally, detest the term 'religion' because it's what makes things so crazy everywhere. I just believe in God. I believe in who He is.