What the fuck is wrong with me? Having just expatiated about my problems, I then do no more than to go back to the same bloody story I was reading earlier on, and screw myself up all over again by reading the next chapter. What compulsion is it that I have that makes me want to torture myself, over and over, by reading stories about what I've never had, can't have, will never have? I must have a self-destructive streak a mile wide. Absolute stupidity.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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