sympathy

i'm tired of explaining the situation. i don't want to hear about it. i'm tired of dwelling on the past. thinking about it doesn't do me any good. people always assume i want to talk about it, they feel sorry for me, like it's something tragic. tragedy is accompanied by misery, and i'm not miserbale. i believe it's for the best, meant to be part of the plan. i'm not sure how much i believe in destiny, but somehow if this incident never happened to me, the rest of my life wouldn't have, so i guess destiny accompanies tragedy.