There's only so much criticism you can take while hiding behind the bush. You have wings and a regal eye but your own reflection poses a threat on everything you love. It hurts a little to know that you would pass up on my offering of crumbs, but oh... yeah that's right. You only search for love when it holds some kind of monetary value. And you could find happiness in that self-held ugly pride, but they'd resent you for it..... They'd **** you but isn't that what you wanted all along?