It's pointless to try to do what's best because you end up being the one who's fucked up in the end. You end up being the asshole, the jerk. No matter how many times you try, regardless of the great extent you put yourself through, you will most likely always things up in the process. This is true especially when it comes to women.

You do something nice for them, they'll suspect that something's up. You try to act like shit don't matter and it doesn't bother you, you end up being called a heartless sonofabitch.

I can't seem to win.

You know what? I'm tired of trying to accomodate their needs, be considerate of their feelings. In the end, it's all about you, not me. I can't be held accountable for how *you* feel. I can't be blamed for how you interpret things.

It's always this shitty mind fuck games we all play and even if we don't want to play, some how, some way, we get dragged in or sucked into the blackhole of controversy and drama.

OMG! Are we really that fucked up? I'd hate to think so. But it seems like we're all a bunch of good for nothing, fuck everything except when it concerns me, losers who can't seem to do anything right even if our lives depended on it.

How depressing is that shit?
I'll never understand why. But I will no longer go out of my way to do nice things for her because in the end, I'm still the asshole. I'm still the stupid fucker who fell for that shit. Hell, it's not even worth a shot at getting laid in the end.

Being alone once again proves to be my only source of comfort. At least I have no one else to answer to but myself. Frankly, that's really not a bad thing come to think of it.

So now when it comes to dealing with you...

Fuck it!