The truth, the ultimate depressing truth about self-pity, anxiety and nervousness is that after you last fuck-up every single girl you met will have a boyfriend and no matter how up your hopes are they're already taken and happy. And that fucking sucks! This goes for all the pretty ladies out there. I know is not yours or his or anybody's fault but mine, I lost the one which I should have loved and that's why I am so miserable and fill in misery, bittersweetness and sorrow.
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