in the fact that I unfailingly find a way to wiggle a mention of the person I am nonsensically and unrequitedly infatuated with into every single post since last September. Especially when I am ranting about looking inside of yourself (which leads to heavenly looking) for your worth and purpose and happiness and fulfillment. When I look almost anywhere but.
Do as I say, not as I do. That’s a weasel-y (not Weasley) way out of it, but I use it because I’m pitiful.