Retrograde Part two

I think this may be the fever talking, but I am very, very angry with you. You're blind, you know that? Blind and stupid and wonderful. You take everybody for granted. You're surrounded by people who would die to make you smile, and all you do is complain that there's no-one good enough. Well, fuck you then. Time after time you turned away brilliant guys, never even giving them a once-over. You leave a path of heartache and confusion in your wake and you don't even notice. Half the people you've ever met are crippled by their need to protect you and keep you happy. They can't function in normal relationships because you're there, a cancer on their mind. A selfish, blind cancer. But I can't hate you for it, because you're entirely innocent. You never mean to hurt anyone. You are the single most unfortunate person ever to live. You've ruined a generation, yet remain singularly faultless. Definitely the fever talking now.