Life astounds me in these little moments where nothing is what it seems. Where reality blurs around the edges and the lines cross more times then they should. What defines things as good and evil, black and white? Is there a proper definition, or rule? Or maybe it's just a narrowminded individual's take on the world no one questioned. What about love? Is love strictly between a man and woman? Can't it be shared by two men or two women? In a world so full of hate isn't even a little love, no matter what kind, appreciated?
Not in this world, never in this twisted reality.
I don't beleive in alternate dimensiosn where "What if's" are reality, but it's a comforting thought when things are going wrong. Isn't it a comfort to know some other version of you is having it easier? That they succeeded where you failed? That they attained the girl you wanted so bad to possess but couldn't touch?
Life is frustrating, but we have to push forward, we have to survive. There are no escapes, suicide's a coward's way out. No matter what it is, every one has a plan, a set destiny they must fulfill. If they don't, I believe, reality is altered.
So step up, fulfill it, and make your life one to remember and to live.

-Dakota