I used to believe in destiny, you know? I go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that’s been stuck in my head all week, and I think: ‘Wow…hey, maybe she’s the one?’ Now I think: 'I just know that bitch is going to take the last whole wheat everything bagel.’
I stopped believing. Not in some depressed I’m-gonna-cry-during-my-toast way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It’s just, every day I think I… believe a little less, and a little less, and a little less, and that sucks.