I am destined without destiny
to wake up flat on my face
because that is how I prefer to sleep
breathing fabric and probably symbolically trying to smother myself
I sleep on my face because I cannot choose a side
and mostly because if I were not to, I would stare at the ceiling and calculate every instance in which I've made a fatal mistake
I am destined without destiny
to ask for advice that I will laugh at
because I am smarter than all of you
and I sicker but more understanding of the confusion I am confused by
I am blissfully aware of how ignorant I am because I choose this over confrontation because I am afraid of what it feels to feel something other than the artificial ache that I have manifested through horrible tv dramas and pro-anorexia blogs
I am destined without destiny
to wake up flat on my face
because that is how I prefer to sleep
and from here everything looks okay