The most painful...

instances of true hurt I've experienced in my 22 years, has come from the same person.

And the same person that says he loves and cares for me.

I feel like fate has flipped his cards on me, 3 times at a shot. Each short worst. And its not within my control, however hard I wish, and hope.

I've never felt anything like this, and I'd just have to bear with it, and grin sometimes.

I wish I had it in me to be more than just spiteful - to blame, hate, or possibly hurt. But fate didn't put that in my nature. Maybe that's why.

At the end of the day, I am just not good enough. Not because I hurt you, had questionable values/morals or am not pretty enough.

But because I do not meet that one single standard. Any other person who meets that standard, is by default, better than me.

Too much, too much.