I would be pleased to have somebody to love, but I prefer so much to reject nastily people who made me suffer one day, and this is the case for almost everybody around me...
Boo hoo! Everybody is out to make me suffer! Grow up you spoiled child. You sound as bad as that crying Indian on the side of the road picking up the white man's garbage. :(
You can't free yourself from the past so your future will always be a prison.
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