I wish I could say this didn't fit me to a tee, but, unfortunately, it's all too true.
What is my problem? Why am I so attracted to the worst possible guys for me? Do I have an illness? Am I a masochist? Do I just never really want to be happy? Oh, and just in case you're wondering, I've successfully sabotaged my latest love interest. Yep, I'm really, really good at that. Boo.