“It’s your destiny” see I don’t know if destiny really does exists. But the slight possibility that if it does, if it really is true...something or someone must really really enjoy causing me pain. Find it humorous to watch me suffer. You know when you finally manage to get your hands onto something good, amazing even until a series of bad things try to suffocate you and turn that one good thing into one of them, a destructive thought created to cause nothing but a constant pulsing pain, aching in your chest.