I’m starting to wonder why fate works the way it does. Lately, I have been wondering if it even really exists. Maybe it does, but it must have a pretty nasty sense of humor. Everything for quite awhile seemed perfect. Everything just kept getting better and better. It still is. I shouldn’t be worrying. Things are for the most part, okay. I have a wonderful stalker relationship that loves to follow me around and take pictures and means everything to me. We have a new place to live, and it is absolutely beautiful. Kimi (my sister) is almost done with her schooling for the year. I’m proud of her. Maybe this summer I can get her to take a vacation here in California. It would really be nice. I know she would love it, but also would probably get herself into trouble at the clubs around Los Angeles.
I worry. I wake up every day, thinking that all this good can’t last. Maybe I’m too pessimistic, but I really think that something is going to happen, and it is going to make us upset somehow. I shouldn’t be thinking these things. If anything, I should be looking at the good, not the bad that doesn’t actually exist. I just have it beat into my head that bad luck seems to follow me. Maybe it’s time that all of that is changing though, because life really is good