I can convince a married woman to cheat on her husband with very little effort.

I can convince a hot girl to give me her number with the express intention of hooking up at some point in the future.

I can get people to believe in an idea that they normally wouldn’t have considered without a second thought.

For a guy who prides himself on being in control all the time; a guy who enjoys knowing everything and fixing everything, the idea of being out of control of a situation is completely emasculating.

I can’t make a girl simply think she’s worth not being treated like shit. I can’t make her believe that, out of everything I could ever wish for her, pain never crossed my mind. I can’t make her fathom that, out of all the people in the world, I’m the friend she can count on never slipping. I can’t make her believe that I’m strong enough that she can’t break me.

Which could be why talking to her breaks my heart.

I can’t fix another girl’s physical deformities. This sweet, pristine creature who would never wish ill on another person can’t be repaired. No amount of love or devotion to her, or affection or attention will cause her deformity to go away.

So I feel weak.

I guess it’s time for me to admit I can’t do everything.

Fuck if I don’t wish I could, though.

Goodbye, 2008.

We had wonderful times together, but I’ve found someone new.

I hope you understand that I can’t continue our relationship anymore. It would be like trying to live in the past, and that can only lead to heartbreak.

I’d say I’ll call you sometime, but I won’t. It’d be too painful.

I want to thank you for helping me become the person that I am today.

Who am I leaving you for?

Here, let me introduce you.

2008? This is 2009.