That's right, another promising relationship that showed promise down the drain.
But it's all my fault for forgetting I signed a fucking contract before I was incarnated, saying "you will have an okay life in all if you sign here, but thy shalt never have a successful relationship"
The fact is after this long I should know this would happen, but I was fucking fooled again. I should have learned by now, if nothing else, the consistent factor in all my countless failed relationships is me... Maybe I'm just ugly or boring or I smell and don't realise it, I worry that I need to change but don't know how. It always ends up this way before it can get anywhere, every damn time, it's like a curse.
Years ago I accepted that I was going to die eventually, some day, dread about death dominated my life while everyone else was gossiping carelessly and enjoying the moment. Maybe I just need to give up and come to terms with that I am destined to die alone and unfulfiiled.