Each time I have opened my heart to another, it has been at first accepted and then stolen. Each time I have given into friendship, I am betrayed and lied to. Each time I have been promised freedom, I have been granted only slavery and servitude. What is mine, I have pried from the fingers of unwilling men who had the opportunity to give willingly and instead stabbed me in the back.

And yet I persist in forging the odd, rare connection. Tell me, is that not some sort of Hell in and of itself? To understand that you will always be alone and yet to keep searching, unable to accept the truth for what it is?

Why are you tormenting me with these offers? Go away.