-I am a sinner.
-Why do you say that?
-Because i carry so many sins on my shoulders.
-I don’t see them.
-You don’t have to.
-But if i don’t see them, then i won’t believe you.
-I couldn’t care less if you did.
-Yet, why do you think that about yourself?
-Because it’s true. I know my sins and one of them would be the fact that i want to and proceed to destroy myself.
-Why is that a sin? Because of God? Religion?
-No, silly! I don’t care about the non-existent enormous entities society believes in.
-Then, who is that a sin for?
-Myself and life itself. You see, my parents gave me the greatest and the most sacred gift that one could possibly offer: life. My parents…they weren’t saints. Not even close. In order to redeem themselves of their own sins, proceeded to pay them by giving me a life.
-So you’re blaming yourself for the unhappiness of your parents?
-Not yet. I didn’t destroy myself yet.
-Will you do it?
-Hopefully not. My two sides didn’t finish fighting yet.
-What do you mean?
-The me who wants to live and the me who wants to die. The me who wants glory and success and happiness and the one that still has a hope fighting against the me who’s fallen into despair, into darkness and shadows, battling to end the pain sooner.
-Sounds like a video game.
-You’re an idiot.
-Which one do you think it will win?
-I don’t know. Never been good at video games.
Reclame