It was really a no-win situation. I mean, every fiber of my being told me to leave, but I knew that leaving would have only made things worse. It would have been misinterpreted, just like everything else.

This isn't about what people think it's about. Occam's Razor, once again, fails to live up to its reputation. It's a false lead. Fuck, it even fooled me for a little while there, before I'd had some time to digest things.

Sometimes I think about becoming more forthcoming and spontaneous. People tell me that I should do that. But, when I really think about it, I don't really see how that would help anything. Seems like I'd have to start spending all of my time explaining myself and doing damage control. I think my current modus operandi for living, waiting to explode, is much better.

Still, it would be nice to be able to say some things. Just to clear the air a little. I know there are questions that should be asked yet never will be asked. So sometimes I think that maybe I should just start preemptively providing answers.

Maybe I would, if I thought I'd be believed.