I love pain. Not physical, but emotional. When I fall in love and it is unrequited, I don’t distance myseld or do anything that would help the situation get better. The pain I go through every day is tremendous, but, somehow, it feels good. It’s not that it makes me feel alive or anything, I just am addicted to the rush, the hustle and bustle, the fact that if you fall down no one will pick you up.