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Long-distance relationships are doomed. Actually, any form of relationship whatsoever is doomed, unless...
But then again, let's face it, that's never going to happen.
So if I were you I'd just spare myself the agony, and accept the fact that you'll always be alone. That all your good thoughts and kind intentions will amount to nothing, and that you probably won't die as early as you'd like. That you'll be the old gallows ghost in your local offy, with an arm like a pin cushion, lungs like cement, shouting a bit about the immigrants and so on, and the scum on the street. |
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