I was one of those "miracle" babies; doctors and medical professionals said I wasn't expected to live past 6 months. Now look at me, in my late thirties and chronically depressed, lol. I don't know, I've always felt, cursed, maybe, or, if you wanted to use a more modern-postmodern allegory, "a glitch in the Matrix." I feel like that everything that has happened, or, hasn't happened, was because I wasn't supposed to be here, I wasn't supposed to outlive those 6 months, and Time is just telling me of my constant uselessness.