Returns: a collection of self

This is the end...

So you've really done it now Eddo, you fucking hopeless romantic. You keep trying and trying and TRYING to fix this but you never learned how to change yourself. You treated her the way you treated Chyenne. You neglected your time with her, and now all of a sudden you're shocked as to why everything is falling apart right in front of your eyes. You're trying to rebuild your heart with the ashes of what's left of it. You were always the problem from the very beginning. All she ever wanted was your fucking time, but everything else seemed to be SO MUCH IMPORTANT TO YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! How could you seriously not learn from the first time??? You're actually insane, doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. You had your chance with Chyenne, you neglected her and her time and you lost her. You decided to try again with Shiloh, YOU NEGLECTED HER AND HER TIME AND YOU LOST HER! Everything you touch breaks because you don't take care of it. Your beautiful flowers die because you don't nurture them. And some how it's everyone else's fault except your own. You aren't a victim, Eddo. You're fucking pathetic. Your excuses won't save you this time. And even if you were to move on and find someone new, I guarantee you'd fuck that up too, the same way you lost Shiloh and everyone else. It's your fault for the people that you lost in your life. You don't know how to truly love, you think you do, but you don't. Materialistic shit isn't love. And stop blaming your dad for the way that you are. Everything is a choice made by you, and you chose to be an idiot. Nobody should fall for you. If anything for what it's worth, you probably should've kept going from the highway to the bridge. You should've jumped. But here you are, no progress made with yourself. Honestly, what a fucking waste. That's all you are, Eddo, a waste of time. This is the end of this series. Farewell.