Shoot me and just get the job done, you've done enough damage already.
I knew it. I was just kidding myself, making myself hold on to nothing. Hey, who am I to be the one who will make you happy, who am I to think that I could be happy for once, WHO AM I?
Wow. This hurts like hell. I couldn't blame anyone else, this was my choice. I finally get to feel the burn. The burn hurts like hell. You do everything to make her happy, yet nothing seems to be enough, nothing you do seems to make her feel that you love her. NOTHING.
Shit. I should have known this was coming. I let myself believe that FINALLY, I GET THE CHANCE TO BE HAPPY. FINALLY, SOMETHING THAT I DESERVE. Maybe I deserve this, I didn't learn my lesson. I gave everything up again. Why does it have to be like this? Is this the reward I get every time I get to love someone? Well, maybe its my fault. I got too attached.
Will someone please pick up the pistol from the table and shoot me with it in the head? You've done enough damage already. There's nothing left to do but finish the job. Let me die.
-dwight
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