Best Laid Plans

Not now.
Dammit.
It was supposed to be easy.
Just get the hell out of town and move on with life, never looking back.
Get to LA and start cutting a wide swath.

Couldn't you have just stayed in last Friday?
Couldn't you have not talked to her because she looked like she needed cheering up?
Couldn't it have not been so perfect?
How did you meet a worthwhile girl at a bar?
How the fuck can you see something this good as so bad?
You're freaking out over a girl.
This was not how it was supposed to work.

I'm scared of the things I have to tell people I really care about.
Scared of hurting them, but knowing what needs to happen.
Where do I go from here?