I am beginning to go retreat into that analytical place that is very dark and scary. The same place prompted me to create an Access database on the men of my past in an attempt to decipher the patterns. It is this same place that makes me wonder if I will ever be able to find the right man for me.
Melodramatic or melancholy, does it really matter when you life is in a cyclical repeating pattern that never seem to come to an end?
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