Look, I'm just not a good person ok? I know it, I've made peace with it.

[lucky_coin]

There's nothing to believe. Trust me. I've looked. I mean, my parents believed in everything.
Father, Son, Holy Ghost, spirit-filled and full of the light of God. They taught me all of it,
chapter and verse. I went to bed every night in a world full of magic where anything was possible.
And then one day you find out that Santa's not real, and then the Tooth Fairy isn't real. And
there's no farm upstate for old dogs. Then I started reading history books and Jesus isn't real.
And it's like everything that made the world anything more than what it is is just . . . is just
stories. Just snake oil, but worse because snakes are real. I wanted to get that magic back so bad
but one day I just accepted the fact that I couldn't because life is just not that interesting.