I'm looking forward to tomorrow and the fire with the philosophy crew. I always look forward to this event. It's one of the few times where I feel completely able to speak my mind, not bite my tongue, and just unload, cathartic.
After a birthday dinner, where a girl talked politics at me, my friend asked me in the car how bloody my tongue was from holding back. I hate trying to be socially acceptable. My ex made me that way and I'm finding myself becoming less and less "pc". The more I look at it, the more I realize how many shitty ways I changed for her.
never again.
12:14 a.m. - 2013-10-04
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