Ironic

How can life be so ironic than this? You laugh with friends genuinely yet deeper within, you are troubled. Storm is crashing your boat. Winds tearing your sail. You were there, drinking coffee with them and you are in somewhere else as well. You hate too much drama but this what you are becoming, the drama king. Too vulnerable and already too broken, you still decided to look happy that night wishing that somehow the stars will look down with favor at you. You were happy, friends make you happy.

Destiny has nothing to do with you bringing this boy home. You played with chances, made your choice and called it fate and next thing you know, you leave everything else to grace.
-Part 1: Tale From A Bus Ride, Yas' Cacoethes Scribendi