The habit to leave (№ 168326)

I have a strange feeling that had never happened before. I have the feeling that I walked past something very important. I seemed to have developed some stupid habit. First you're little, then grow in your life appear the guys: one, two, and three. And that guy you met, and then broke up with him, not perceived as some kind of tragedy. And so, in the order of things. And I don't want it anymore.