Every time I leave a place, it's a bit like an Edward Scissorhands
situation: things are complex, not easily explained, and in the end
my actions are misinterpreted and it seems best for all concerned
that I leave (flee the scene).
I can't pretend that I don't notice Valentine's Day at all. I can't
pretend that I am able to dismiss it as a ridiculous commercial
atrocity. Attempts to challenge or override my programming
have not been successful.
I know there are many different kinds of love, but I admit it really
truly sucks not to have that certain kind.
->exile on meme st: a diary