Youâre unhappy. Youâre isolated. You think youâre the cause of this unhappiness and are unworthy of affection so youâve few friends. Recently you lost something you think very important. Your lover, your faith, your family, or all three. You blame yourself for this, so it makes you neurotic, and you donât sleep and donât eat, anything healthy anyway. You used to take care of your appearance, but youâve lost interest in that, so you avoid mirrors. Sunlight bothers you, so you avoid that too, about which youâre guilty because you think itâs unhealthy and even immoral not to like the sun. Youâre not a woman of convention or you wouldnât be here, but you like to pretend you are so people donât notice you. But you sometimes like that as well and can dress to draw the eye. But then you think the men who look at you are fools, or worse, to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So instead, youâre drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation because, after all, youâre happiest alone. But not even then, because you canât stop thinking about what youâve lost, again for which you blame yourself. So the cycle goes on, the snake eating its own tail.
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