Stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs.

I once had an idea for an improv troupe named "Satyrical," where it'd be satire in the style of Greek comedies. But that's not at all related to what I wanted to talk about.

Long rant warning

Why am I incapable of letting go? Am I such a fucking wreck that I'm actually afraid of moving on?

Let me give you the skinny.
There was a girl I liked back in high school. We didn't really talk much. And...