I'm Tweek, and I'm a good person.
I pay my bills and taxes on time.
I sponsor sick, starving children in Africa,
I volunteer at homeless shelters on weekends.
I participate in walks to help cure everything from cancer to heart disease.
I go to work everyday and do a good job.
I help my friends with their problems.
Every day after a hard day at work, I come home and help my boyfriend, Craig, with dinner.
I'm a good person.
But if I'm a good person, why wouldn't the doctors let me see my boyfriend when he got sick?
And why wouldn't they accept my health insurance that would've made him better?
Good people aren't supposed to lose the ones they love, are they?
I lost my best friend and the love of my life, and the world lost a good person.
Craig died because we weren't married.
But the thing is...
I would've married him if I could.
Pretty short, :o apologies! Based on a DD I came across a million years ago.