Down, but not out.

I'm going to try and walk out of this one with a smile. After all, it's only been a week.
I guess those circumstances I was talking about worked against a relationship more than I initially suspected. At least we didn't go far enough to make friendship impossible...or maybe I did. Only time will tell.
To put it bluntly (because sometimes nothing else really cuts it) I fucking hate God's habit of toying with me. On the other hand, I guess this gives me more time to work on my book. But is that happiness really fair compensation?
I think this calls for guitar more than anything.