They look into my glazed-over, filth-obsessed eyes, and if I haven't already made them run a mile, they always think they can fix me. The normies. The well-meaning friends. The old acquaintances who catch wind of my lifestyle and decide I need a good intervention, a few therapy sessions, and a seat at their boring-ass […]
What kind of dumbass therapist who thinks someone has a harmful addiction tells them to immediately go cold turkey? Even if you wanted to quit, that is just the worst way to do it. I do hope the experience made you worse though, it always feels good to get worse. I wish I wasn’t still fighting societies indoctrination.