Well then

“I decided as long as I’m going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.