I’ve run my car into a lot of things and I’m thinking it’s becoming a kind of Russian Roulette, just waiting the crash that kills me. Speaking of death, you think you’ll die young--how do I die young, too? I don’t understand why everyone says the person they love makes them believe in God. Because you make me question everything and want to find the answer with my hand in yours. The more I believe, the less there is to find with you. Why do we need God when we can decide our own fate? Who “needs” anymore?