Collin was always special.
God, no, not like that.
He wasn't an idiot or freak or something.
No. He wasn't crazy. He was... well, he was special.
But NOT like that.
He was amazing and different and just, well, how do I say it?
You know when you go outside at night and breathe in cool air and feel goose bumps rise on your shoulders?
You know how you feel free, in some stupid, weird, way?
And the best part, when you look up at the huge night sky, see the stars, thousands of miles away, and you realize how small the earth is, how small you are, and that your problems must seem like grains of sand from the moon, and that everything will be okay?
I like that feeling.
Being small.
He felt like that.
Then everything changed. No warning, no signs, it all just fell apart. And I was everything but ready.
I used to believe God had a plan, That he was watching out for us,
What a load of crap.
God wouldn't have wanted Collin to die. He wouldn't have. He doesn't have a plan, He's probably isn't even real.
It's a load of crap.
Because if there was a god, then he wouldn't let him die.
He wouldn't.
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RandomLife....You can't escape from it, can you? Well, I mean, you could try, I guess. He did. He was always trying to get away from here, from this town, these people, this planet, this life. He was drowning. How did I know I was the one who was goi...
