When you’ve been anticipating something for so long life eventually starts making you believe everything leads towards the possibility. Not too later, reality check and if you have any bit of sanity left in you, you realise fate is bullshit and there is no destiny. Well not entirely true, destiny exists. Even if it’s the whale in Finding  Dory. But it’s never what you anticipated and never what you wished for. Life has it’s own plans sometimes. You can’t plan everything. It’ll surprise you every day.

It’s simple. Things will never be the same again. I will never be the same again. I will never be the person I used to be before life fucked itself up. I’ll never be as kind as I once was, or as sensitive. Parts wich I miss, I miss being who I was. I miss feeling the way I felt, I miss myself. I am stuck in this world of mine which has become so foreign now.