Broken, empty, fragile, emotionally unstable...it's all different covers for the same boring, repetitive book, the same bitter result of an inability to let go of the past. You can't move on; God forbid you end up happy with no reason to cry for attention. Instead, you wallow in a pool of your own self-pity, sponge-bathing yourself in everyone's
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