"I'll fuck it up, he'll fuck it up, or all of the elements of the universe will come together to fuck it up."
Ah, I should have known. I fucked it up.
That's a lie, I didn't necessarily fuck it up. I just did something silly. I said silly things, and I made accusations. Probably set expectations, too. Why do I feel the need to take something that's totally smooth-sailing and poke it and prod it and try and make it bad? Why the hell do I do that? Why can't I just fucking leave it alone. Stop worrying, stop falling apart, stop being a complete and utter idiot.
Stopping.
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