"I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell."
So, now I know why I didn’t involve myself with the opposite sex. It’s just disappointment and a waste of time. The hot and cold, the uncertainty, the miscommunication. Too much bullshit basically. I guess I’m going back to pretending they never exist. I’ve obtained a great complex against men. They just feel so cold like they don’t have a soul. I don’t trust them.
Sometimes I wonder whether I have any real intelligence or if I just have enough random bits of surface knowledge to bullshit my way through most things.