I am sorry, kind of.

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Mostly I am trying to provoke people into thinking, even if I am turning myself into an offensive caricature to do so, but I will apologize. It is easy to forget that people need to think to a conclusion for the world not to be made of micro-demagogs, if something is in your opinion then you should be able to explain why, if you can't then chances are you you are caving to social pressure or are afraid to doubt yourself which does nothing but empower the group and kill the individual.
   I am not saying all opinions are valid, but I am saying that doubting all views is a good thing. And for the last few weeks, I have been questioning my whole aesthetic stance and my way of socializing on the internet. I am ashamed of myself and trying not to care. Long story short I am taking a break from writing this blog because 1) I am an idiot and 2) I really want to focus on fiction this year.  
   I will be working on short stories and trying to grow as a human being. So I will be posting my lousy poetry and terrible fiction on here, but for the foreseeable future, I will not be posting opinion pieces on here till I am more confident that I am adding to the conversation. I am sorry if I have or do offend you...but I still think that the fear of failure is something I am trying to get over even if I mean I just continue to fail.
   The culture of anonymity on the internet does not support growth for someone like me who is dangerously open about my life and identity, and I have decided I do not want to share every detail of my anxiety and failings for the world to hold against me. So this is a goodbye for now to my humorously bad, deranged questioning of every assumption that people take for granted and

has made me angry at myself. I just want to learn how to write fiction and disappear into that until I am dead.
   Be well, be strong and love unironically.

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