I'm thinking, why, I hate myself, why do I have to be so love-minded? I'm obviously past the age where I should consider falling in love, but secret love is really painful, and I can't take it up or let it go. It's obvious that my life is so bad, but I can't hide it, and I have nowhere to tell it, so I can only write it here.
All I know is that love requires restraint. I'm sorry, but I just can't let it go.
Thought: I must be crazy