  Oh yeah...I'll go on about hapless lovers, or love in general and my ops toward that. I'm straight like Indian hair, and... Love is a dark, spiraling abyss. Once you fall into it, there's no turning back. Once you have it, you are instantly addicted to it.
Once you lose it...well...let's just say you probably wish you never had it in the first place. Reflecting on the last ten months is a painful process for me. I held on tightly to the edge of the cliff, and even lost half of my grip. But I pulled myself back up, and now I'm waay over on the right side of the fence. The big-pimpin, neutral side of the fence. The way I once was. As I've said before, overt displays of affection (including but not limited to holding hands in public, kissing in public, lying on one another, "touching" in public, and pornography) disgust me.
And I'm straight like Indian hair. What is it with you lovers? Is it such a powerful emotion? And the school systems foster this stuff...Homecoming, Prom, Winter dances, etc.. Love sucks for those who don't win. Or for those that never got a chance to play their hands. 
