It's my fault my house fell apart and I was looking for a friend (why would I ever want that?) It's my fault I got psychologically raped without knowing it. It's my fault I was trying to deal with everything on the net in public and look after you and love you because I'm in love with you. It's my fault I've been dehumanised by your friends and yourself, have felt like that all my life and AM AWARE OF THAT and am vocal about that. (money is a metaphor for so many things you haven't lived in my house and my life- i'm not speaking literally or seriously.) People using language that I hate when it comes to what I've been giving you which has nothing to do with fucking money. "I put myself up for sale" it's my fault I love. Yes, I'M GUILTY. I'm guilty for loving you. If you want to talk then invite me say it clearly and I will approach you. (I'm not looking for any replies thanks, I'm just venting).