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When Your Subconscious is Killing You While You Chase Misery
The biblical cycle of the subconscious.
She doesn’t love you, Joe! Get it through that thick fucking skull of yours! It doesn’t matter what she said to you in the past; she didn’t mean any of it! You aren’t her one; you weren’t her soul mate; you aren’t the only person she met like “you!” You aren’t unique, you fucking idiot! She tells everyone else she latches onto the exact sweet words of honey she showered you with.
And keep writing about your misery, you moron, you think it’s helping you?
How do you think that?
Yea, yea, yea. You tie a few days together, or hell, you can even get close to 2 months, but you always fuck it up, don’t you?
You write about everything you want to do, or better yet, are going to do, but you can’t do it! Can you, Joe? It’s not so fucking easy, is it? These Narcissists, if that’s what you want to call them, come with the total package, don’t they? They come perfectly wrapped on the outside and unleash a vicious beating on the inside, don’t they?
It’s not easy being addicted to the very person that gives you life and sucks it out of you, is it Joe?
You can’t understand the attraction to someone that has treated you so poorly, can you…
