There is a certain type of young person who reads too many obscure books without the necessary counterbalance of normal social interaction.
They get funny ideas in their head about all sorts of things but especially romance and suffering.
Needless to say I was one of these young people. I hope this will partially explain my actions, but like all excuses this one is woefully short on substance.
Where to begin?
Some background knowledge is in order. I'm going to provide some documents to establish a baseline regarding who I was and what state I was in.
It could be said that this saga started in my freshman year orchestra class, when, one day in January of 2009, I decided that it was an appropriate time to experiment with falling madly in love.