She left me. Why? You may ask. Well, let me tell you what exactly happened. Maybe then you'll realise how stupid the whole thing was. How stupid I was.
It was a cold and dreary evening. Ones that people all go home and snuggle up with blankets and hot cocoa. But I was outside. I wasn't all snuggled up warm with my special someone. Because my special someone was having a mental breakdown in her tiny little apartment, alone while I was walking around the dark London streets. Let me elaborate how my planned special evening turned into a disaster.
The plan was I go to her place, cook a meal, have a romantic dinner with her with said meal, watch a movie of her choice and cuddle. However the whole evening was destined to be a fail. Everything went downhill from the moment I stepped inside her place. I was the one who was supposed to bring all the groceries for the meal. However when I stepped inside I could tell that I was missing over half of the ingredients. That ruined the dish so I decided to improvise and made a new dish with my stuff and her stuff combined. It turned out okay but not as romantic as my own dish would've been. That made the atmosphere a bit less happy. Then turned out she was out of cocoa. I was ready to run out and get some but it was way after closing time for all shops. So we decided on tea, which, again, not very romantic. So far the evening was not turning out according to plan. We decided okay, whatever; let's watch a movie to cheer ourselves up. She put on a comedy movie on. I was fine with comedy. Halfway through the movie, the tv broke. At this point she was beyond pissed. She started yelling profanities at the broken tv. To top it all off I had a panic attack, just after the tv broke down. She comforted me and after I became normal, I was so overwhelmed by embarrassment and shame that I ran out. I turned my phone off and didn't call her back.
So yeah that's how I found myself in the dark, outside, in the cold, while everyone was inside being cozy. I messed up whatever relationship I had with her. Maybe this is the reason I never date. I always bring bad luck to everyone I meet.
This is a result of another "sit down and write whatever" of today. Hope you guys liked it! If you wanted to know, yesterday I wrote about birds. Don't ask what I wrote about birds just know that I did...
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