I feel my mind likes attention, sympathy, attention, sympathy, attention, sympathy, attention...from me.
I want to move on. But my mind fights me. And wins.
Not all the time. But many times.
Today is one of those times.
I know this will pass too. Just like before. The good and bad.
Ok, you win. Now what next? That's all I say back to my mind.
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