They say that everyone was born with a purpose or they find their destiny, something they were created for, but if I believed that, then I would have to believe that my sister’s reason for being born was to die. I refuse to consider that. It’s a load of shit. We are born, we suffer through life, and if we are lucky enough, we find someone to suffer through it with us. I don’t believe we are all born with a great destiny, I believe we make one.
