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Like rain on a day off, I'm back here again. The fucking needy one. What the fuck was I thinking, trying again? Isn't the definition of insanity trying the same thing repeatedly expecting different results? No matter what, after a while I'm not very interesting, people move on. Whether they're goodly enough to stay or not. Even though the basis of this relationship was talking about how wrong it is people lose those feelings. I always feel the way people feel those first few weeks, everyone else loses that, and I'm never enough to bring it back. End of fucking story. You'd think I'd have learned better by now.