I’ve never believed in destiny.

No, the stars never whispered my name, my future.

I grabbed my own fate with two hungry hands, pulling and pushing and molding my life, leaving smudges and dirty fingerprints all over a once clean soul. My mistakes belong entirely to me.

No, the stars never mapped out a path for me to follow, never planned my downfalls, my triumphs.

I rule the stars, not the other way around. I take their dust and inject it in my veins; I breathe in their light as

I live,

I live,

I live.