The Answers in Two Forms: Raskolnikov in the Making
It's been almost a day without my phone, and no one has reached out to me. Perhaps, it is indeed better to stay away from those people who regard me as a "very unlucky boy". I asked God for a message to tell me if I should meet them, and He gave me an answer in two forms; The silence from their side, and the constraint on my path. Turns out, there are no flowers in the wide world enough for me to bathe in, or crystals mined for me to wear to be 'lucky' enough to be with them. Sincerely, by choice, not forced by pity. If I should be damned as a modern Raskolnikov, then I'll be glad to live in a much lesser prioritised life! - That One Luckily, Unlucky Guy.
