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What I’m saying is that Gregorys attempt to clean the dishes ‘quicker than you’ by slamming them into the sink has only resulted in him having to pick up shattered pieces with bloody fingers. 

I do believe that there comes a point where the only thing that progress brings is destruction. 

Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with someone choosing to expose themselves in a way that aids them in learning about themselves. To stifle that will only result in them exposing themselves raw in retaliation, I find. 

When life is regenerated, is it recycled or replaced? 

When I talk without my usual persona, words don’t come easily. It took me thirty minutes to write this even. But they still need to come out, so I suppose posts like this will do. I’ve decided that lies are much easier, and the mask more comfortable. 

-- how I wish I had a heart to crush.   I imagine if I did have the ability to feel more than this craving, I would enjoy the conflict of it, the raw emotions that came from mistakes and good times. Would it return, if I succeeded in my plans? Would I start to regret and laugh and cry naturally, without plotting out each facial movement? Will I feel again? I remember feeling something else in the beginning; a longing, perhaps, a want to love and be loved in return, that desperate urge to shove yourself in a place to belong. At that point I was naive - trying to shove myself into a place I was too big to fit in. And I haven’t felt anything like that for a long time.   I’ll have to wait and see when all the hard work is done. 

A note to Myself: when creating and testing explosives, be sure that you are not also coated with flammable ingredients.