Just found out a girl who I pursued for years, is engaged to another. We were in touch for years, and I sensed I was so close to getting into a relationship with her. She told me about her problems, and I was there for her, and we went out on a few occasions. But it never happened, because I had to go back to school.
Finally in 2009, I was done, and back home and ready to really make it happen. I had a job and everything.
And a month before I got home, she got fixed up on a blind date. A month later they were BF GF. And then they got engaged recently.
f**k him for ruining my chances. f**k her friend for fixing them up-
Awe hell, who am I kidding? It's not them. It's me. Always, always me.
But damn I really loved her. Don't say otherwise. I really did. And it kills me that her happiness means me not sharing in it. It wasn't me. It never was me.
God I want to hurt myself right now. I mean, not kill myself, but really just slash my face up with a razor, so I'd look as ugly and unloveable as I feel.