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Those who seek out and persecute pretension seem to always ignore their own pretense.

How are you not condescending towards me? You called me insane.

Then again, we don't really have an axiomatic definition of that, do we?

Well, you might say so, but I wouldn't. I'm not as integrated in society. Well, at least I wouldn't say so.

I'm not really sure what you have against me. Then again, you might not have anything against me.

You're seem half-hatred.

Sincere question.

What else do you love?

I love you. Or, at least, I aspire to. My biggest wish is the ability to love, but that aside, I love you. There are things that will and do love you, even when it seems no such things exist.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, everything makes me cringe. 

Because existence is a perpetual vortex of pointless pain to me. 

Except it isn't, because the ideal is the opposite of that.

Oh yay. 

I'm sorry for being condescending.

I would note your bitter passive-aggressiveness. 

But that would probably be hypocritical of me, except not. 

Except yes, except not. Except yes, except not. Sorry. Sorry. 

Cringing? In fact, I was just referring to a thing.