You would think that in the absence of my rock, my life, the one who's contributed the most to who I am, that I'd branch out, try and meet people who won't be going anywhere for a while--people who are able to commit themselves to me at least a bit.
Instead I'm desperately grasping at other people, who are leaving just the same.
Isn't that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing, with expectations of a different result?
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