I don't know if broken heart is even an appropriate word for IT. not a first love. but a really horrible, damaged load of carry on that I could not or would not wise up to in time to keep myself from the cliffs edge. Then a long bout of drinking, losing a job, a rebound pile of bollox. to still not be able to sort out the mess. low self esteem aside, victim complex and all the ingredients. to simply not understand. I know the mantra, stop; you never will. was it me? are people so so, basically hurtful and consciese (sic)?
this comes up from time to time. any thoughts appreciated.