Apparently I'm quite good at fucking things up. It's really quite a talent. There's just something wonderful about going from a snowball's chance in hell to getting a complete DIV/0 error about something one desires this fucking much.
What's that saying again? Oh yeah... Life's a bitch. Then you die.
Well, on the "bright side" (or dismal, depending on how you look at it), only another year and I probably won't be seeing much of her anymore.
Why do I bother to hope? Ever? It's really not worth it.
*writes "People aren't fucking worth it" on a big stick and beats himself with it*
Eventually, either:
a) the message will sink in (doubtful)
b) I'll cause enough brain damage such that I will no longer have coherent thought processes, thus nullifying the entire situation.
What's that saying again? Oh yeah... Life's a bitch. Then you die.
Well, on the "bright side" (or dismal, depending on how you look at it), only another year and I probably won't be seeing much of her anymore.
Why do I bother to hope? Ever? It's really not worth it.
*writes "People aren't fucking worth it" on a big stick and beats himself with it*
Eventually, either:
a) the message will sink in (doubtful)
b) I'll cause enough brain damage such that I will no longer have coherent thought processes, thus nullifying the entire situation.