Epitaph of Misery.

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Monday, January 16, 2012 7:33 PM

i somehow always fall short of what other guys could do for their girlfriends; send them home across the country, read sweet poems to them over the phone, buy them expensive bags, make them feel like a princess. i somehow never seem to be able to do what other guys do. i don't think i ever can. i give up on this. i give up on myself. i never was cut out for love. 4 failed relationships testify to that.

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