Complicated.

I hate that word. Mostly because people often use it as a pitiable excuse to shove things under a carpet. Sent my way, it sounds like someone just hurled a giant ball of knotted wool at me when all I had asked was for something to keep me warm. As I sit to loosen the knots one by one, I begin to question everything. Maybe I wan't even so cold in the first place. Maybe I should freeze to death instead of dealing with your nonsense.