"When you love someone, you'll do anything, you'll do all crazy things you can't explain": a piece of knowledge dispensed by Bryan Adams. Fucking fine. But what do you do if you hate yourself for loving someone? Forget that you exist? Nihilism. Or call yourself a misoselfist? Neologism. Or cut your heart out? Van Gogh Syndrome. Or maybe make yourself fall back in love with yourself and keep looking at yourself in the mirror? Mirror gazing. Fuck I am a goner. Gautam,me mate, here I come.
I am laughing my fucking ass off!
Time for my medication, Mr. Brown, whoever the fuck he is. I ain't even welcome in this madhouse. My choice. No lectures expected.