It seems I am being groomed for a failure or tragedy. I already have been diagnosed with a mental illness so, any explanations about odd happenings is dismissed by even my family as 'craziness'. I am in a place where coincidence and planning go hand in hand. Yesterday, I was suicidal but, today I feel somewhat better. So, I might as well go to Mickey D's and get ten Diet Cokes...or not. The lies upon lies to what end?! And everyone knows, correct?