The end and beginning of a year...
I do so desperately want to talk about my most recent break up, but at the exact same time, I absolutely don't want to talk about it. It's a broken record; SSDD and who the hell wants to hear that song all over again? I really don't and it's really (when you break it down) my own fault. My ever so impeccable ability to choose the wrong kinds of men. I have this uncanny ability to sell myself so short (physically and literally) that I always seem to end up with the same kind of guy and it ends... just like the others. I am the walking/talking definition of insane. Am I just a glutton for punishment? Why do I think that every time they will prove me wrong when I know damn well they won't? Why do I possess this need to be proven wrong in this one particular arena? What the hell? Am I really that scared that I won't find someone good enough for me that I just continue to settle just so I'm not alone? Am I really as alone as I think I am? EMILY!!! Sn...