A relationship is not like math, but sometimes we act like it is. It is a puzzle. It doesn't have the same solutions. Some time 2 + 2 = 3, sometime result is 5, but never 4. There is no logic in love, only confusion, sadness, and regret. I should have done this or that. It is all bullshit. The result would always be the same. You would lose. Call it destiny, call it whatever fuck you wanna call it ... but you are fucked in ( the ass ) any case. What can you do at the end ... I don't have a fucking clue. Drink, do drugs, fuck other people ... but neither of this shit will help ... trust me ... hit the road maybe ... move to another planet ... for us in Serbia, the other planet is probably the USA ... so I will try that ... and if it does not work ... in the end ... I can always kill myself. Die young and beautiful ...