At least...

At least you have a computer to read this post on...
At least you know how to read. 

At least you're studying in a good college.
At least you're studying...

At least you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. At least your parents are paying for your next meal. At least you have parents...

At least you know where you're sleeping tonight. At least you know you are sleeping tonight...

At least, even if if someone broke your heart, you know how it's like to have someone who has the capacity to break your heart. At least you have a heart to be broken.

At least, even if you're sad, you've once known happiness. At least you've known happiness.

At least you had friends once, even if you think you have none now.

At least you have money, to drive, to take a bus, a train or some other thing to get where you want to go now. At least you know how to drive.

At least you have a friend to call, whenever you're feeling low as shit, when you feel you can do nothing else except to cry to this person, lay your soul bare.
At least you have a soul to lay bare.
At least you have a friend.
At least you have a phone to call this friend.
At least you have a phone with more features than you care to do anything about...

At least you have someone to thank, for whoever you are now, because without them you could not possibly have been here. At least you have someone...

At least you have the money to go out, have a good time, with people who you think are your friends.

At least your parents trust you enough to not give you a hard time about where you've been the last night, when you came home an hour later than you told them you would.

At least you still believe in your own abilities. At least you have some abilities. At least you think you do...

At least with all your possessions, all your friends, your family, all your achievements, all your potential, at least after all that...at least you think you're happy...

Or are you?

C'est La Vie

This is over.

I am not perfect, I never claimed to be.
I never told you that you could expect perfection out of me.

I have lost before. Again, I concede defeat.
You win.

Enjoy.

There is no doubt that the fault was entirely mine. But the key word is 'was'.
You, like only dumb, callous, conceited individuals like yourself have the ability to, have managed to take my original fault, multiply it, and take it upon yourself.
I applaud your stupidity.

*clap...*clap...*clap...

The correct way to have gone about an 'intervention' of this kind would probably have been to tell the perceived villain, ie. me, about my faults, wrong-doings and generally evil deeds and told me to correct my ways or that you would correct them for me.
The wrong way, your way, to have gone about an 'intervention' of this kind was telling the 'victim' of my faults, wrong-doings and generally evil deeds about my faults, wrong-doings and generally evil deeds (this is getting redundant) and causing a great deal of emotional distress to the aforementioned 'victim'.
But you, being your usual dumb, callous and conceited self-righteous self, are too dumb, callous and conceitedly self-righteous for your own good.
And so you fucked it up.
I again applaud your stupidity.

*clap...*clap...*clap...

Let us view the facts-
1. She already knew.

Well, those are all the facts, really. You dumb, callous, conceited 'individual', she already fucking knew.

All you managed to do was push a relationship already going through some trouble past the tipping point, hurting two people in the process, completely and forever losing my trust and maybe hurting yourself a little too.
Had you managed to not be so dumb, callous and conceited, you would have managed to put a relationship going through some trouble back on a morally healthy path, retained and enhanced my trust in you, gained my respect and hurt no one.
But you fucked it up.
Once again, I applaud your stupidity.

*clap...*clap...*clap...

I do not know the path from here on.

I will never be perfect. But I will always be a better man than you.

This is over.