I guess imagining myself happy is apparently too much for the universe. They say if you fail to prepare then you plan to fail. What about when you "prepare" with the wrong person? I hate when things falls apart at the last minute, like really? Could this information not have came 2 weeks ago? Why wait to crush my heart at the last minute when the anticipation of happiness and peace of mind is suffocatingly within reach. Now I'm faced with the role of the villain. The final decision is up to me. My heart is not in it and my body is entrapped because I don't want to let another down. Some time from now and tomorrow I need to realize that this whole thing was to make me happy. I'm not happy. It is not my responsibility to take part in your situation.
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