I just was told I'm going to Hell.

Bitch please.
So. There is a lot going on in my head.
My faith is inconsistent. I know it. But God is patient. I'll get there.
And I'm in awards tomorrow. I suppose that means I'll miss the next one, but like. It's not sitting quite right with me. I don't know why.

Another thing. The Google video actually made me feel better. It gets better. 
On that note. I hate being in the middle of this thing. I'm glad to be the messenger, but honey you need to step up. I know nothing will come of your attempts, not right now anyway. But girl. It will be fine whatever you do. I'm not going to lie and say it won't hurt. It will. But I'll be with you the whole time. I mean. We're basically the same person, after all. Just be honest with her. 

Me: You're a liar.
Myself: You're the liar.
(Both sigh heavily at once.)