It's too painful to keep going, isn't it? Meeting someone you really like, someone you really feel comfortable talking to, to think maybe, just maybe, get all of your hopes up, take the nice things they say about you as hints of something more, think about the wonderful days ahead, and then be crushed, completely, with no hope of anything getting accomplished at all?
Well, fuck love. I reject it. The only thing keeping me warm this winter is my rage.