LoveisBlindness

Back hunched, dark bags under my eyes, a half-hearted smile glued to my face in need of constant repair. I am tired. Experience and emotions are what make these living, breathing, walking organisms inherently human. But no one ever realizes that there’s really no limit to either of them. Having an excess of the former is not a bad thing at all. A person becomes wiser this way. It’s the latter that causes problems. Psychological problems, mental disorders, excess emotions and thoughts flooding the mind until they drive one to nervous breakdowns and ultimately insanity. I feel too much. I envy the cold, methodical robot, progr

I was always taught that it was wrong. Almost every youth in that time was taught that it was wrong, weren't they? It might have just been my family; after all, I came from a traditional, Catholic family and remembered the comments my father would make when a same-sex couple came into view. Everything about those sorts of relationships was drilled in me to be wrong, wrong, wrong. So why did everything feel so fucking right when Benedict was around? Benedict's only a year older than I am but was technically classified as a senior, based on the amount of credits he had under his belt. He was a psychology major, specializing in social psycholo