Its funny how obsessed one can be with an ex and their new partner (using that term losely), I have found its not the voice of reality the one I hear during those times, its the voice of self hate.. how perfect, now that I cant compare myself with the "party girls" Mr Jack Daniels, etc, now I can compare with someone more real who I have things in common with and extend my suffering... I read somewhere, us that fear dying are in reality afraid of living... perhaps its the same, fearing stress and drama is in reality fear of joy, peace no matter what. It is our right, something sacred and untouchable
