In the very wise words, of my landlord, "if you can make it through the initial shock of living on your own, and if you can make it through all of the hell you've been with, with a particular person, then in the end it will all be worth it." I hate it, but he's wrong. It won't all be worth it. Because I'm the end, you can try and try and try and try some more, and nothing will ever go right. You'll never get your happy ending darling. If you do, you're one in a million.
