I generally had problems liking anyone more than liking them.
In hindsight, nothing I called love seemed to be love, and nothing aches me a bit.
Everything seems a little contrived. Commitment problems. Destroying to its roots.
No girl, no woman, no actress, no anyone really impacted, influenced, affected, altered,
or whatever, me, I'd say. Not enough for anything. This, not as a voice of pride, but tragedy.
But I can say, though, I do, really, really, really, really, really like Ann Hathaway.
Just, so, so, deeply, in, deeply, in, love.

Ugh.


Mothagesso.