Good intentions

Why is man so incredibly foolish and stupid?

No. I just can't seem to understand. You know smoking is bad for you. You know it does you no good. But does that stop you from bringing the poison to your lips and inhaling hell's vapours? Oh no no.

You know you two are a combination that spells disaster. People warn you. He is a playboy. He isn't good enough for you. Your his 12th or 15th or 50th girlfriend. He is afraid of commitment. No No. He genuinely feels for me. This time he is in this a whole 200%. One and a half year later, there you are. A good part of you is dead. Lost forever. You feel cheated and miserable and angry and vengeful.

You dive into a life of self mortification. Destroying every fibre in you that you were proud of in the past. You become exactly what you hated most.

And then you meet someone else. With a similar past, maybe worse and you decide we can nurture each other into our old good selves. You get into it for the wrong reasons, with the right intentions but with zero patience and you want everything to just work itself out. FAT CHANCE that will ever happen.

And then, the inevitable happens. It ends. And all you keep thinking about is who's fault it was.

Does it matter?