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https://steamoss.com/groups/MyYouthRomanticComedy
https://steamoss.com/groups/MyYouthRomanticComedy
And they were definitely not things like to understand Rachel other, companionship, to get along with each other, to want to talk to each other, and to stay together. I didn’t want to be understood. I was aware that I wasn’t understood and I didn’t think I wanted to be understood. What I wanted was something more cruel and sinister. I wanted to understand. I want to understand. I want to know. I want to know and be relieved. I want to gain peace of mind. Because I was terrified of things I didn’t understand. To want to completely understand everything was a self-righteous, self gratified, dictatorial, and arrogant wish. It was absolutely wretched and repulsive. It made me sick to the stomach. I couldn’t help but be disgusted at myself for having such a desire.
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I SIMPLY can't stop playing cS:gO.