death

2day i went to the pray the dead thingy... alone with my mum, dad and uncle. My bro cant come along cuz of the bad luck thingy crap and my sis din go cuz of... well... cuz they don't want to. 1 week ago my mum said i could stay at home with my bro... but 2day she change her mind... and cuz of this, it makes me moody...
when i reach there, there is alot of fools there... why i say fools? cuz they are praying for the dead! they spend lots of money to buy food and craft things to the dead... i mean does the word dead means anything to them?? Well, u die u either go to hell and burn for the rest of ur... no, forever or u got to heaven. that's what i believe. when i look at them burning those paper and preparing food, i was like ''what the hack are you pussy doing?''... and yes, when i said FOOLS it also involve my parents too...

but when i look at my mum and dad cleaning the box of my grandparents, looking at them talking to the dust of dead crops... my eyes got red and filled with water... i think to myself, ''is it bcuz of the smoke??'' and then ''No. is not the smoke." i feel like i have a soft spot... for awhile there i thought i was gonna cry... when i saw my mum talking to her mother, i really was gonna cry. when my mum left the box, i stood there for about 6sec, looking at the box... and then i said, "i hope you got use to the pain"... if ur a Christian you would understand...
As i walked away from that place... i said to myself like every year, "they are all going to hell."
~:No offense:~