I'm not perfect for anyone. I am not perfect, period. None of us are not perfect for anyone, maybe. At this point it feels pretty much like failure. Failure has a taste of its own.
Failure is so listless.
I could use a little success right about now . You were not my superman. One can't help but admire that power and brutality and singularity of decision a moving train implies. I wish I felt I were equipped to hear truthful answers. I try to think through specifically what's wrong and what it is that I want, but I can't.