Let me explain why I write so much. It is to fill my need to speak out, which is not being met anywhere else in my life. I disapprove of this. It is something teenagers do when they go through that "I am a lone island" thing, they hope, like ocean fishing, that if they put out the bait they hope they will find comonality somewhere. I read a preface to a C.S.Lewis book, but it didn't fully sink in until now. No matter what you say someone will say that they think the exact same thing.
I believed everything I read, again. Stupid, I'm so stoooopid! just let me play the wheel o fish! I did most of the talking and because I recieved affirmative response I thought others thought the same thing and understood what I was saying.
What more can I say? Please, don't shed a tear for that poor little grape that will never see his home or family again. He *wants* to be squeezed to death and be fermented and then drank by someone as an accessory to your dinner.
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