Why was I doomed to live in this imperfect world?
Everyday it's deformed shapes are making mockery of me.
Where other see beauty I can only see lack of perfection.
People here cry about being virgins but at least their craving can be fulfilled. I abhor such animalistic desires. I want to connect to somebody else in a way none other has done before. I crave the connection of souls. One that will be forever out of my reach.