Just because I'm telling you this story, doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it. It's that kind of a story, where things just got so out of control... Things happen, and sometimes there's nothing that can be done to stop them. Sometimes, it feels like you've been dealt the bad card. Like you've been cursed. But you have to keep moving and remember that tomorrow is a new day. The curse could be some kind of blessing, and even if it isn't, it probably isn't as bad as it seems. Trust me, I've learned that the hard way. Because every morning as the sun rises, when that Nightingale sings, it can bring hope for a better tomorrow. But even I don't know how this story ends yet. Let's just hope that I'm not alive at the end of it. Because I HAVE been given a curse, and there's no up side to it.