Ah yes, the existential crisis that would keep my crying for hours at night, haha, yes.
You see, Robbie's death made me think constantly:
"What happens when you die?"
I was basically having one of those types of crisises. I wanted to know what happened after you die. I had thoughts of finding out on my own, but never came around to going on that expedition. I would be crying for hours nightly. I hated it, don't get me wrong. But it was one of those late night thoughts that ruined your night. Ruined your day. Ruined your sleep. I fucking hated it. About six months later, I just decided i would be reincarnated after death. I always wanted to be a cool animal like a tiger or something. And Heaven seems too hard to get to and hell sounds like shit so I'm not believing those roads. Who the fuck wants to believe there's nothing after death? Those Atheist fedora tipping Abraham Lincoln neck beard having five chinned fags don't know shit except the lore behind my little pony. Anyways, reincarnation is what will happen to me after death.
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Tales From a Teenage Boy
Non-FictionMy life story. This will be basically something like a modern Gary Paulsen book, with stories of me and my friends, like the retarded things us boys do.
