Such a weird feeling, as if the universe itself were conspiring to keep you alive.
Madness string 98218
I've noticed that it's easy for people to put things in categories. Like this is all bad, or this is all good. And I tend to keep weighing the complexities of this whole situation. What is manipulation and what is consent? What motivations are pure? And the reason I don't want you to know my real name or see my real face is that I don't want to be defined by those who would judge me for the choices that I made. Anyone can make the decisions that I made.