Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? Like we were stuck together in Girl Scouts? Like… uh… is this just… what’s the word?  

 So like, I feel like if I'd been through that, I'd be *more* likely to believe in God or... something. Do you believe in anything at all?

I get it. This won't stop until I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I'm thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. I means I am something, at least...pretty amazing to be something, at least..