Ugh. I hate him
so much that I wish he was dead. I
didn’t expect him to die. But when that day
came, I wish that I didn’t wish for him to die. I didn’t expect my wish to come
true. You know what? I am stupid enough to blame myself for this shit. But
maybe it wasn’t a wish that killed him. Maybe… Just maybe it was fate. You know
fate? Fate as in what determines your future. Yeah, let’s call it fate. Fate it
is. You know that saying, “when life hands you a lemon?” Well, maybe fate
handed him a bad lemon. Yeah, it’s fate’s fault, not my fault. But why do I
sound so guilty? Does that mean that I killed him? Or was it a coincidence?
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