Why can I only feel pain and despair?
No matter how I try, I cannot begin to fathom any other emotion.
I am not clear on more than the written definition of soul, but I think it is doubtful I have one.
I do not even understand when Jim says he loves me. I have no idea how to love him back, even when he is lying with his head on my chest and his hands in my hair. That is not to say he does not give me pleasure.
I pretend to be disgusted by the very idea, but sometimes I long to be human.