They Put the Devil in the Rain

God Does Not Like You

Hey guys, sorry that last part ended kinda on a super dark note, oh well. Please never hurt yourselves for any reason okay? You're all beautiful.

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The thing about roofs and cats is hard to explain. It's just magical. Until your parents bust you for smoking. It hasn't happened yet but it's happened before in El Clemento. It sucks one minute you're filling yourself with cancer juice the next your parents are bitching to you about wrinkles and premature aging and shit.

Anywho cats and roofs are beautiful. Whatever malevolent god created us must've been in a good mood when he created them.

"Meow"

"I just tickled you"

"Meow"

"Fine"

"Meow. Meow"

"Ugh, Maya, you're such a difficult child"

"Meow"

"Jesus!" Maya has a soft tummy. And it's warm. I love Maya.

I decided not to light up a pack. Maya hates the smoke. Plus I'm not selfish enough to risk her getting cancer. I always cares more about others than myself. I've been told that's a bad thing but if it's the other way around you're selfish. Funny how that works. In fact many things are funny.

You charge a hail of bullets to save another and you're a martyr. Put a bullet in your head you're selfish. Either way a life is over.

I usually considered myself a loner. All I had was myself and my cat. I never had many friends. I had three best friends back in Arizona. Sarah, Jessie, Ally. I still kept in tough with them. They'd changed a bit. Sarah and Ally had boyfriends and Jessie had a thing with a mutual friend of ours. I've really only had one boyfriend who wasn't really much of a boyfriend. His name was Ethan. We were good friends. We had a thing for each other but the ensuing relationship was rather awkward and ended after two weeks. I've had many crushes since then but they never liked me back.

I don't have high hopes for this one.