Everything I thought I knew, I didn't. Everyone I thought would come around in the end, they did. And even though this surprising turn of events made my life happy for a couple of months, still in the end I'm left wishing things would be different. Somehow different.
And I know now that I'm not happy unless I'm sad inside, dying and wishing you well. "For some reason I'm not content unless something's a little off" she said, 3am on the stairwell.
Our lives, for some reason they intertwine like graphing lines on a practical plane.