"yes, it hurts."
"no, i'm not okay."
"it feels like i'm running out of branches to to stop my fall, i'm frantically grabbing them, but they're just too far away."
"well yeah i know, but it just isn't so easy...I was HAPPY, God damn it! What did I do? where did I go wrong? Wasn't I the nice guy? isn't the saying "
nice guys finish last" just a myth?"
"yeah but still, I can't blame anyone but myself. I just won't."
"you can bitch all you want about it, it's not going to change anything."
"stand tall, live life,...as long as she's happy, you're happy too, right?"
"..."
"right."
"..."
"then why does it feel like the knife in my heart is being twisted?"