Guh.

[substitute]

I’ve been alone and rejected my whole adult life, and it’s still a fresh insult, still not healed. Twenty years of this is enough. When can I either stop wanting what I can’t have, or get it?

Pathos doesn’t suit me, and I hate broken shit.

I grow bitter, and dyspeptic, and I burn.

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honk

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I hearteth you, iggy. It's no fair you should be sad this way. I wish I could do something about it.