But I immediately knew, since the first time I ever wrote about you, that this wouldn't end well. I guess it's just something you can feel right from the start, that despite all your feelings, all your hopes and wishes, things will end. badly. but there you have it, hope. she's the one to blame. she keeps on whispering with that angelic and hypnotizing voice that everything will be okay and that you have to fight for what you want. gee, she might as well cut the crap and say that we have to make a fool of ourselves to, in the end, stand there with nothing. except the fact that we are fools with nothing. but anyway, I've said everything I had to say about that. It's over, my fight for you. I got tired of it and I'm exhausted. I came to the fabulous conclusion that every single word that comes out of your mouth is either a cut in the chest or a freaking contradiction. and you can't deny that. Overall, you're a complete contradiction yourself.