Everyday, we go thorough the motions.   Get dressed, eat breakfast, go to school.   And everyday, something bad always happens.    For me, it's that, whenever I have a good day, some I know dies.    I'm not kidding.   If I have a good day, typically at school, someone I know, someone in my family drops dead.     It may be a bit superstisous, but it is true.    Any time something good happens, that ends up happening. You might say to yourself 'this person is being overly dramatic and rambeling on about herself', but it's true.    First, there were my grandpa's, they were the first to go. Then my grandma @ 5    I had just gotten something I had always wanted.    Then there was my cousin.   On halloween night, I was having the time of my life.   I had gotten an 'A' on my English test the day my dog died. And the day I finally talked to my crush and everything was right with the world, my uncle dies.    SO no conicidence!