one, two, three, fuck up

no, i'm not happy for it. and i won't be when the shit hits the fan - yes, it's just a matter of time. it doesn't make me feel sad though. i understand that love dies. i know that sometimes people simply fuck up. and yes, sometimes we take a while to see the whole picture. but don't ask me for compassion when 1) you fuck up by merely doing nothing, 2) you realize that, and 3) you still do nothing. it's just like watching your house starting to burn and stay still in the couch with a beer in your hand thinking "it won't get here, someone will put it out". i'm sorry to be the herald of bad news, but yes, it will. and you'll feel the worst part. trust me.