I think about you way too much. I know I am just setting myself up for a bunch of lameness and pain.
Because, really, aside from a vague, 99/100 joke about casual sex, what do we have in common? Maybe some social ineptitude, maybe some all-comsuming loathing.
Shit. Yay masochism.
But, I am pathetic nonetheless, and drawn to you for reasons sure to doom us both.
Frued would love this. You know if you save this comic, it's only going to come back to explode in your face.
