Why do I even bother? Things aren't going to work out between us. For some reason I have faith. Like by some fucking miracle, things will be easy. It's never simple...god damn it. It's not so much a tragedy...just a minor annoyance. Damn my feelings. Stupid ovaries, you ruin everything!! Fuck it, why do I care? If I could pick apart my brain I'd extract you.. you fucking parasite. Feeding off of my devotion and pathetic determination to be with you. No more do I want to think of you. Wasted time, once again. Waste of breath, body, and mind.
Fuck you man. I'm better off alone.