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I can only take so much bullshit for so long. You're over 50 years old. Stop getting drunk with teenagers. Stop making me search for you for hours thinking you're fucking dead, when really you're out partying with people that could be your grandkids. I shouldn't have to come home at 1am and not find you guys home. No messages for me, nothing. I was responsible enough to call you to tell you I was at Greg's. Grow up. I love you. But you're scaring the shit out of me.






"When I was a little girl, my mother would remind me each night before bed to open up my heart to God, for he was kind, merciful, and just. Things changed when my father left a few years later, leaving her to raise me and my brothers in a little place on the edge of the Mojavi Desert. She never talked of a kind and merciful God anymore. Instead, she spoke of a prophecy. Of a time when all the world would be covered in darkness, and the fate of mankind would be decided. One night, I finally got up to courage to ask my mother why God had changed, why he was so mad at his children. 'I don't know,' she said, tucking the covers around me, 'maybe he just got tired of all the bullshit.'"
-- Legion

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