But I’m not afraid, at least not of the concept; maybe of the end- the idea that all I was will mean nothing. So what’s the point ? Tell me that. Your followers seem so ignorant, tell me why. Your timing is so off, tell me why. Am I just now getting a mind of my own ? If so, why are you the first I think about ? Almost constantly, you’re on my mind. But I still don’t believe in you, tell me why. Should I expand my knowledge on you ? Tell me how. Tell me how you got here, how I got here, how everyone and everything got here. I know you didn’t just pop up out of nowhere and decide you were lonely. But if so, why would you make everyone so flawed ? Shouldn’t everyone’s characteristics fit with yours so we could all get along and no one would doubt you (someone like me) ? I hate that I have no faith in you, but its your fault, I know, because nothing is ever my fault. See ? Why would you make me this way ? So doubtful and arrogant ? TELL ME.