I have only myself to blame.

Being stubbornly foolish. Seeing everything with tainted glasses. Everything I touch turns bad. And I refuse to wake up from this dream that I trapped myself in. Thinking that maybe I'm an exception. Your exception. I pretend, and you play along. What a fucking joke.

I'm a train wreck. A disaster. And I'll never be good, or good enough for someone like you. Or in fact anyone.

When your love turns bad, you realize that you have nothing, you are nothing at all. Because if you're incapable of loving, you're incapable of anything.