not at all

despair. That the most beautiful person you have ever laid your slimy eyes upon will most likely never feel about anyone the way you feel about her. That the chances you may have had you were too blinded to see and your failure so epic that you can never let her catch you glance at her direction again. With every chance you get the deeper you plummet into the corner of the only eye that matters. now i understand why goths think that black is the only dye that matters