I hate my brain. No, I hate the bit of my brain that makes me think that something could be differant in one specific situation had I done something differantly. No, stupid bit of brain, no it couldn't. Deal with it cause the rest of the brain has and that's final.

But...but... NO! Goddam no! Get over it already.

*little bit of brain whimpers pitifully*

Think that bit of my brain that I just killed may have taken the last little bit of Romantic left in me with it. Meh. It only caused trouble anyway.

Common sense is a wonderful thing, but doesn't really make up for the lose of the bit of me that still actually believed in romance, that it was possible and not just a chemically induced delusion. I hate reality. It sucks.