I think I really like blood and guts and gore because physical pain is so infinitely simple compared to the pain caused by a broken heart, when your whole world is turned upside down and your mind is sliced and diced into a million tiny little pieces. It feels like it takes an endless eternity to put it all back together again, and even then, it will only be a mutilated subpar timid version of the one you were born with. It makes me feel strong but oh so weak that other people are squeamish and scared of bodily harm, and I percieve it as a minute discomfort compared to the evils that could become of someone controlling your feelings.
But no, forget it, let's fall in love.
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