There's no such thing as fairy tales.

Maybe it was fortunate. I am so conniving and evil. Maybe this is just telling me to stop. Maybe I'm just not fit to live in this world. But I can't stop everything completely. What if I did? I couldn't do that. It would be such a cowardly, pathetic, selfish thing to do. Why am I even thinking about it?

Life's a bitch. And it doesn't really discriminate against anyone.

I'm tired of myself. I really am.