FAIL
FFFFFFFFFFFFFAiiiiiilllllllllllllllllllllllllll
on my end
on all parts
for every situation
mmmkay? I guess that’s the only explanation for it.
It couldn’t possibly be your fault, or your personality, or your relationship style, or your attitude, your morals, your ethics.. it’s all MY fault. My bad. My oops.
Did I dress too modest? Did I curse too much? Did I text or call or email too much/too little/not enough/overload/stalker level - what? Is it because I’m too pale? Too fat? Too short? Too tall? Too awesome? Too fashionable? Too weirdly dressed (aka fashionable)? Too whiny? Too bossy? Over dramatic? Stubborn? Too much fun you can’t handle it?
That must be. I’m too much fun, you can’t handle it.
Exactly why you never called to make those dinner plans. That skype date. Dumped me after pancakes. Broke up with me via AIM. Ignored my texts. Cheated on me. Lied to me. Embarrassed me.
Writing this out, it is plain to see, that I’ve been put through hell in the relationship world. So God, what’s your plan? I’m waiting.
