After having spent much time analyzing this, I've determined which factors enabled me to love you.

I projected a personality, which I consider to be virtuous, delusionally onto you. For the same reason, I
ignored the many things which I fundamentally hate about you. I was deluding myself.

I am heavily emotionally susceptible to environments. Most of my social contact was through those
players. All of them are typical detestable humans, and it bred an aura of innumerable negative emotions
for me. You were a respite from that.

You could actually type coherently. Relationships cannot exist if communication is not present, which
would immediately preclude me from being able to have a relationship with 99% of the humans there.
I don't believe it's a coincidence that the only other person I liked at all was Soresu, who usually types
coherently. If I had spoken to him more often, I might have loved him. Once every month or so in that
game, I would meet someone who would type properly, and I would always try to play with them. I
remember one person in particular whom I followed around only because he typed properly, which
allowed me to communicate with him without feeling as if I was dealing with a severely mentally
handicapped duck. He spoke disrespectfully of his girlfriend the first day I spoke to him, which would
normally serve as the catalyst for my detestment of such a person, yet I completely overlooked it because
I was so relieved to be able to speak with someone who was in any way capable of communicating.

Relationships have absolutely no physical aspect to me: all that matters is communication. The nature of
the internet fosters this.

I incessantly have nothing other than scorn for humanity. I have been desperate to feel anything positive
for someone for my entire life.

Early on, you referenced serial killing multiple times in ways people normally don't. That immediately
appealed to me.

I have an affinity for people whom I perceive as being abused, and consummate scorn for the abusers. It
was probably the primary enabling factor. The way you are relentlessly treated by these humans is
obscenely offensive to me, so everytime they would do it, it would simultaneously increase my sympathy
for you and increase my resentment for all of them. My wrath for them fostered more of a negative
atmosphere, which would cause you to be even more of a respite from their depravity. It was
self-perpetuating.

I'm capable of boundless affection. I had never been in a sitation to feel that way before, so I thought that
it was special.

I took my focus away from myself and directed it toward you.

Because I used to be hate-filled and couldn't just dismiss people I didn't like. It tore me apart, and I
needed someone who didn't.




Coercion is endemic to parenting in general. Children are slaves to their parents' will in virtually every
family.

You're a Christian. Religion, being cultural, inherently subjugates.

That whole "dishonor" fatuity. Something is "dishonorable" not because it lacks virtue, but because it goes
against their "authority". All they're doing is imposing their will on you.

You submit to the notion of culture, which your parents forced onto you.
-You often made reference to the ways genders should behave.
-You celebrate holidays.
-You derogatively said that C_Redfield was "whitewashed" because his Vietnamese pronunciation was
poor as if that was an issue. Vietnamese culture is equally as pathetic as American culture is. The entire
notion of culture is pathetic. You believing that he should be able to speak Vietnamese merely because
that's what his father did is absurd.

You saying that I shouldn't disassociate myself from my parents- that I need to change the way I think
about them. I had never spoken about my parents prior to that, so you had no knowledge about them.
Saying what you did would necessitate all parents inherently being virtuous, which is not true. The reason
you believe that is because the culture your family forced onto you virtually diefies familial elders.

When your sister was angry at your mother, allegedly over a haircut. It had nothing to do with the haircut;
she was angry about other issues.