You really had to put yourself in a desperate situation? Like hoping an ant to carry the weight of the world, you're long mashed to absurdity before you realize what kind of mess you got yourself into. Hopelessly wishing everything will fall into place around a flower that has long pollinated another—beating a lifeless carcass. You only desire tranquil conditions, that's good, but you're after it with the wrong other. All this affection, all this pursuit, could have been smothered on someone deserving of you. When will you realize you've poured enough tears from your earthenware, running dry? Stop writing with feathers on rough concrete, your fairy tale has long ended―it's not a happily ever after.