"It’s too much to ask for someone to fight for me or fight back for me. I’m a battle-worn warmonger, aged by the deeply engraved scars I’ve procured from fighting for the people I love, loved, or thought I loved enough to fight for/over. I now intend to win the war by fighting for myself; I am truly the only one who has to live with me. Whether pathetic or revolutionary, chose one, at least someone loves me, that someone being me. I need to love me for all my blinding lights and pressing blacknesses. I have to live in here. I am the only one obligated to live with me."

— scatterbrained thoughts, 25

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