Chump, the word that comes to mind. How do I manage to get myself into these situations?

And how, now, do I get out of them? I don't know. Instead, I pine, and wish, and plan, and deliver subtext that is always missed.

And then I go to bed alone. What's the point? Ask Sarah Harmer?

"What's the sense in being so sensitive? Can I trade this thin skin for a shell?"