You know, two days ago I mentioned "as far as I know, just about everyone who's really badly hurt me has found someone better and is really happy with their life, and meanwhile, here I am still struggling to get over my new exciting layered paranoias." And I was thinking about it, and, yeah, with two exceptions, everyone *has*. Those two exceptions being people I lost contact with.
Well, I found one of their journals - ironically, while amusing myself by looking for the *other* person's journal - and we're down to one exception now.
Sometimes it just feels like the gods are *playing* with me, ya know?