adyingrace

What is my destiny? I'd like to find out... Some people obsess over it... going to supposed psychics... it's quite silly, really. Life isn't meant to be foreseen.
Wealth is a funny thing. It can make people momentarily happy, or it can cause a lifetime of pain. Or wealth can be used to describe something different, like having wealth in happiness. And that is something I lack.
I stand in the doorway, contemplating what you've just said. I can't believe it. I can't believe anything anymore. I want to believe you... I really do... but it feels as though you're lying. I can't stand it. I need to know the truth. Please.
Your stride was always longer than mine, considering our differences in height.
I always had to hurry to keep up with you.
But you still left me in the dust.
I stand on trial for something I had no part in.
This is all your fault.
You couldn't take the blame for something that came to be from your anger.
This is all your fault.
I hate you.
The depth of a man's soul cannot be measured in a manner of meters and fathoms, but it is rather, in my opinion, only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell.