Sitting in Mme. Roche's class after lunch, I couldn't help but think about fate and its relation to school, love and drugs. That's probably because I was on drugs. I couldn't really keep my thoughts to myself, though. So the whole thing goes like this.
Some people think they know their destiny.
They don't do drugs, they go to school, get good grades, fall in love and get happily married. Other people know they don't know their fate. They sometimes go to school, get average grades, fall in love once or twice and experiment with drugs. Then there's those who couldn't give two shits about school, do lots of drugs and fall in love with the wrong people. I'm going to die.