Months after the Hell the we put ourselves through both blaming ourselves for our own pain (and neither being wrong), we still can't seem to escape romance being pain.

Not our own, but our friends'. They're idiots.

Good people most the time. But idiots all the time.

And because they can be good people and because we both care about them so much, we got involved and fight just for them to be happy. And yet they don't want to be happy.

They're comfortable being miserable and hating both themselves and each other. They're fine with treating friends and family like shit just because they don't wanna deal with their own emotions.

They're ok with manipulating each other and others just to get their way.

And you know what? Fuck it, they can do that all they want. I think I'm finally done fighting to make people happy when they'd rather be full of anything but.

Have fun in Hell motherfuckers.
Because it's always the same with you two.