Suicide doesn't find itself back on the table with me very often anymore, but I still do get haunted by it's cold seduction every now and then. I'm not letting it claim me. But sometimes it feels like we're all just... drifting along, letting some greater power fuck with us as desired.

Perhaps the sooner we accept that, in the long run, we control so very little of our lives... the better off we could all be in the future. Here's to you fate, and damn every little thing about you.