I think Iām going to hell, Rubes.
Which probably doesnāt even make any sense, because you should know, I donāt really believe in God or Heaven or any of that. But if I did, I think Iād be going to hell.
How does one become better than they are? I donāt know why I feel like you have all the answers. Itās like every time I turn the corner with another bad thing in mind, youāre there. For someone Iām not even supposed to be friends with, youāve seen darker parts of me than half my friends have. Only Tysonās seen that deep. And maybe it was just the sickness, but now you know some of it too, and I donāt know why Iām okay with that. Youāre a good person, and Iām not. Weāre like hot and cold.
Thereās something deep inside, I can tell, itās like youāre 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. Iām absolute shit with words, but I can listen like no one else.Ā
Donāt 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 canāt save me. He couldnāt save Hazel, He couldnāt save my parentsā apparent love for each other, none of that. I know itās what you believe, hell, itās what Tyson believes. But Iāve got no reason to believe it.
Iām going to be okay. Iām always going to be okay. Iāve always had to be okay. But between you and me, Rubes, thereās no place in Heaven for people like me. Not even if I believed it existed.