Very well. The question was answered. I shall no longer bother any of you with my synesthesia or my heart.
I wrote about those things in case someone should realize what a fix I'm really in, having touch/hearing synesthesia, how it affects and makes worse my isolation, deprivation and isolation.
I'm in the wrong place, and I'm getting the hell out.
Sorry to have bothered you.
I was going to tell you how I gave Eugene hell, told him to stop being such a pu**y, get a job, stop relying on me or my money, and get to Canada by himself.
I was going to tell you that he agreed to do just that, and that he was sorry for offending my feelings, which is more than I've gotten here.
I thought you would all be proud of me, but all this "snap out of it'" stuff really shows me that I'm in the wrong place.
I shall not show you my heart any more, no matter how bad I feel, or no matter how I think I might have found another synesthete on the list, or another person to whom isolation is extremely unnatural.
You're sick of furry voices/ Fine. I'm gone.
I've nothing more to say to any of you.
I shall keep my discussions of furry voices and tactile feelings with Eugene.
Thanks, but I'm outta here.
Thea
