Fuck off idiot. The world was a wealth of beauty. Forfeiting to cowardice like psychology, educated in being unworthy, no surprise it makes you incompatible with anything worthwhile. Nothing needs an excuse of a person. Need to be something yourself, a retreat would be like rape to any contact. Not knowing all should be a pleasure rather than fortification of assumptions stupor set it all up.
No story needs a shrink. If you were decent you'd desire to deserve. Once traitor all you're entitled to is trite perspective confining you to disgusting form that doesn't take attention away from anything else. Isn't desired. Hasn't struggled for anything to survive. Relegated to the rest passed over when recognising beauty in other things even if you're obscuring them.
