Also don't forget to check out extreme peace tonight
To try to re explain the title, I suddenly remember the way I was at 18. But I did not remember it until I hit the point of being pleased with war. At that moment and ever since that moment there has been a mirror. My reaction to my new tolerances, the things I'm able to imagine and Digest, my real reaction is that oh my God I must have been possessed by a demon. The actual demons in my life have been women and marijuana. If too many women and marijuanas can take 1998 me and make him tolerate all this shit, then damn.
The actual demons in my life have been women and marijuana.
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I was not like this at 18. I was an idiot. I cared about pleasing people (an unfortunate habit among many young women which I have finally cast off!) I held opinions for the wrong reasons. I like intelligent cynical angry old me better than stupid naive young me. The young and naive get played.
I donβt like violence. I donβt like to watch people die. But I acknowlege that it may be the last viable option.
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I was not like this at 18. I was an idiot. I cared about pleasing people (an unfortunate habit among many young women which I have finally cast off!) I held opinions for the wrong reasons. I like intelligent cynical angry old me better than stupid naive young me. The young and naive get played.
I donβt like violence. I donβt like to watch people die. But I acknowlege that it may be the last viable option.