Regret
I don’t know why I make myself so miserable, really.
Dozens of other people in the same situation seem to be perfectly fine, yet I get pangs of regret every time.
Maybe I’m too emotionally attached. Or just refusing to accept some facts.
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I don’t know why I make myself so miserable, really.
Dozens of other people in the same situation seem to be perfectly fine, yet I get pangs of regret every time.
Maybe I’m too emotionally attached. Or just refusing to accept some facts.