The sad thing is ... in her mind I'm sure I'm the bad guy.

I'm the one that has tried time and time again to get her into counselling.

I should have taken the aftermath of our first date as an omen of how this relationship would turn out ...

I was happy to the point of not keeping my guard up and my defensive positions secure. Hence I got jumped by two ghettofucks trying to mug me for my gameboy.

I should know by now that (at least for me) being happy ends in SEVERE pain.

If I ever say "I've got a new girlfriend ... " I want someone to fucking blow my head off before I finish the sentence.