Someone is late to the party. Here's a hint op: We've all felt that way at one point or another. Hell I spent all of 2008 under the impression that I would never think of Cracky again. Then something happened and I realized there was something was missing from my life. I remembered how I felt when I looked at her pictures. They didn't fill the void entirely but they gave me some sort of comfort that I otherwise wouldn't have. For as long as I looked at them and marveled at this girl I felt almost at peace. It's not about obsession or love or slavery and freedom. It's about getting something out of the pictures and I'm quite confident you'll miss that something once you no longer have it.
If you want some advice to make your life easier, put your cracky folder on a flash drive and put it out of mind. When (not if) you come back some of those pics might be hard or impossible to find again, a lesson I learned the hard way.
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