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Why can't I do anything right? Why can't I keep anything good? I try my best at sincerity and get a fistful of regret to face. And the rain... Dammit. Of all days, it rains to day -- and when it rains, it fucking pours. Look at me. God I hate it when I get like this. So upset I can't formulate words. They all turn out to be vulgarities that do nothing to help the integrity of what I write. Hell, I don't care. Not today. The way she ran. Away from me. It wasn't my fault (or at least she says). No. I know that it wasn't my damned fault. When life gives you lemons, you can't make lemonade. The juice gets in your eyes and mouth and you get is a sour, burning sensation that no matter what you do, you can't get away from it any faster. Crying, talking with friends. Nothing gets that shit out. It burrows down and stays as long as it pleases. I suppose being null is the only thing that could deflect it, but I I am only human. I love you. Don't be mad.