I used to tell myself the very same thing you do. That it was worth it, if it helped people. That I didn't mind that it was the worst thing I'd ever tasted every single time. I had four thousand of them at one point. Each as vile as the next.
( And it never mattered. It never helped. And then he gave up caring about anything. Funny, that he's afraid he might start again. )
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I used to tell myself the very same thing you do. That it was worth it, if it helped people. That I didn't mind that it was the worst thing I'd ever tasted every single time. I had four thousand of them at one point. Each as vile as the next.
( And it never mattered. It never helped. And then he gave up caring about anything. Funny, that he's afraid he might start again. )