I know that anything that is supposed to be will be, or anything that is, is supposed to be... But somehow I can't help but think that somewhere, somehow...something went completely wrong. and that's why there's suicide, that is why we all hate ourselves, that's why we're in love with people who will never love us the way we need them too. That somehow, god, or fate, or whatever the fuck you want to call it... made a huge mistake, and now there's nothing worth living up too anymore because it's all wrong, and for some reason, we're not fit for the live we've been given.