the truth is always harder to handle than fiction.
(and the smooth is straighter for friction.)
heh.
heh.
hm.
right.
sometimes i wish i could post direct replies to certain persons’ LJs without fear of, um, exposure. forbidden love is the absolute worst kind :P
i’ve decided that i’m going to have my consciousness downloaded into a ro-bot, so i can stay entirely in the digital domain and never again have to subject the world with the terrible fact that i am a Real Living Thing with the horrifying ability to interact with others on the physical plane and share my awful love with those whom i sickeningly admire.
