It's usually disconcerting to deal with someone who does not adhere to patterns established.
A very much respected colleague said that there are no absolute predictions in matters as chaotic as meteorology or human behaviour. There are just too many variables.
He went on to say that a genius or a madman are utterly unpredictable. I sure do fit under that tab, and I'm as sure as fuck that I'm not a genius.
The temptation is to make you hate me, to make you close the door that I half opened after almost a year of searching for you, of being sick with worry.
You're hurting too much. I never expected anyone to fall at my feet, but I cannot go on like this for much longer.
And it would be easier for you yo integrate me into your neat classifications.
The problems is, I can't.
Just can't.
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