Angelica Mashkovskaya. My reality is solid... (№ 408480)

My reality is a continuous tear, mixed with self-deception, and nothing more. And I lived in hopes and the belief that someday everything will be, if not great, then good. But it only gets worse every time! Maybe it's all about me? Perhaps I attract criminal elements to me like a magnet iron? Isn't this the word destiny and everything depends on what kind of magnet you are from birth?