So The More Things Remain The Same,

I Did No Know Everything There Was To Know About Myself, And Knew That I Did Not Know It.

As I Said, This Was My Sarcastic Summer. It Was Only Long After That I Recognized Sarcasm As The Protest Of People Who Are Weak.

What I Mean Is, I Love Winter, And When You Really Love Something, Then It Loves You Back, In Whatever Way It Has To Love.

Everything Has To Evolve Or Else It Perishes.

I Never Killed Anybody And I Never Developed An Intense Level Of Hatred For The Enemy. Because My War Ended Before I Ever Put On A Uniform; I Was On Active Duty All My Time At School; I Killed My Enemy There.