I was born to be nothing and to have nothing.

Your infatuation will end in tears.

All this had happened before, perhaps a million times, and because of this was doomed. There was no ordinary future any more, only this ecstatic tormented terrified present. The future had passed through the present like a sword. We were already, even eye to eye and lip to lip, deep in the horrors to come.

I'll never be happy, how can you love me, I'm awful, I'm covered with spiders, I'm doomed.

Oh, all right, perhaps it wasn't all your fault, I was just doomed from the start.

Sometimes one feels suddenly doomed by fate.