If I die, and I find myself saying; Holy Shit because I appear before some guy in a white robe with a clipboard. If heave and hell are real…
I stopped, not knowing how to know.
Am I good?
I have certanly been mean.
To me, being mean is the ultimate and only sin. All other sins are worst, when they’re being mean.
I have said the worst kind of mean, is one that takes damage to our trust. Trust is like a liver. No type… not a river. Livers can take a lot of damage and heal, but they can also kill you.
I like to ponder how evil I have been minimally. I like to believe my image. Polite, respectful, helpful and always happy to try to amalke you smile.
It’s so hard, I don’t try to do it. I only do it when you’re in front of me.
The knowledge that I have hurt you can not leave. Its in a room inthe library guarded by that little tab at the top left that’s marked “write protect”