Thrown away. Story of my life.

4/4 short. It's like a curse. Every time I get involved it seems to just whither away when I least expect it. At least this time, there was degree of separation before had, which might have dulled the pain, but I suspect it will eat at me for a while and grow, or I'll just be fine with it. Bit of both as it stands. I'm doing better than I expected, but it might be that it's just not processed yet. No matter what though, it's over. It'll almost certainly stay over. That's how I see it and I have my reasons. Back to square one.