early sat morning

yet again.
like it always works out to be.
i lose my temper.
she admits i fucked up.
and things go from bad to worse.

over and over again.
i'm so tired of all these,
yet i still can't find a solution.
its been,
hmmm,
1,2,3,4. blablabla.
probably uncountable.

why the fuck does shit like these have to keep coming back to haunt me?
argh.
fuck you konrad.
you're a piece of shit.