catrionathyme
It was only a given that it would happen, I guess. Some things are inevitable. I just don't have to like it. I can complain, not that anyone will listen, and God will probably laugh at me, but I can complain.
He was always honest. It was like he didn't even know how to lie, or just like he didn't know why anyone ever would. It actually got annoying sometimes. He was just so much better than everyone else like that. It made you feel like a bad person. Oh well. Maybe it was a good thing, really.