Fate is amazing. My father always told me as much, but until this very second, I never really believed him.
I feel like I am wrapped in a cyclone. Everything is whirling around me, drawing the air out of my lungs and filling me with the best kind of turmoil. Sweet, unpredictable, endorphin-releasing turmoil.
It is impossible for someone like me—someone with a sin-list capable of wrapping itself around the world—to find redemption. To be repaired.