This evening, or should i say morning, I came to the realization of the familiarity in my writing. While typing up and reading chapter 11 of my OS I realized that (although to not as a severe degree) that it is reminiscent to my life the past year in a half. As horrifying as some of the occurrences were, I "defeated them"  and I'm still "Alive". Which brings me to my realization, everything that has happened was suppose to happen. Even things I wrote about before, and things I wrote about now but earlier. So if I correct, and I keep writing, I will be figuring out my own life before it happens. Or something. I know I must sound nuts, but I've had this feeling before, and when this feeling collides in my mind with previous similar feelings I reach a mental understanding of why things happened in my life.

Again, I'm really sorry this sounds crazy and dumb, but it makes so much sense, and I basically feel like I'm on the right path in my life. I may have deviated at points, but I'm always set straight. And even if some of my friends don't believe it, I still believe God takes care of me, and loves me even when I'm a royal fuck up.