My dad died last year. I was depressed for the last six month's, and I my therapist told me to let it all out, so here it goes. *Note: If you have a problem with religious intolerance, you should leave. My dad died. I went through the whole depression, I mean, shit, we were really close. He was my best friend. I got my ass bullied in school, he helped me through it. That was one of the hardest times in my life. He was a good guy. But what the fuck, why do good people die! I mean shit, God lets assholes like Bin Laden live, but my dad, a GREAT GUY dies because of a drunk bastard in a semi. I mean, if God is such a good guy, than what the fuck was he thinking. I mean, does he just sit up there all day and pull straws to see who dies. I mean, does he pull a straw and say "Well, looks like *Future Terrorist* lives today, guess I have to take out an upstanding citizen with a kid, a wife, and a life? Anyone care to compensate?