I Think The Fanfic I'm Writing Cursed Me

So, a couple months ago I start writing this Invader Zim fanfiction, right?

It's from Dib's perspective. He's around my age, and he has to move back in with his dad after a lot of shitty life things go down. Zim arrives at the scene. Hijinks ensue. Pretty typical stuff.

At the time I was writing it, I was living a pretty decent life in my apartment with my significant other. But then, nearly a month ago, all of that went to shit. Where am I now?

In my dad's house. No partner. No job. And a useless degree. Just like Dib. 

I feel conflicted about continuing to write. On the one hand, the coincidences are terrifying. On the other hand, it's been exceedingly cathartic to work on the project, despite everything. 

I just wish I had a Zim to swoop in and make things funny again... I suppose I gotta be my own Zim.