At age 7 i met the heavy joke of the violence that threatens around such institution as the Swedish elementary school misdirection brainwashing system. Its a heavy burden to place on a small child, forcing them to stay in prison the most active hours of the day. Being taught about some fucktard killing of thousands for no reason. What we teach our kids, those things, they should instead be given a chance to learn how to be a good person. Who wants to know about how many got killed in some fucktard war with thousands of poor peasants getting slaughtered on a field, getting their fingers hacked off and their faces crushed?
Im not sure i can say i regret a lot of things, but thats often how it feels. Its better to suffer a wrongdoing, then to do wrong. But how about if you are doing something wrong with your own life? For i accepted the Swedish elementary school misdirection brainwashing system, because i thought i didnt have a choice. And i maybe i made a wrongdoing in my own life that way. There is always a choice. And it would have been better, or at least i could have stood taller, prouder today if i would not have let people mislead me in such a fundamental way. I could have stood taller, prouder today if i would have run away a third time in the second grade. If only i would have run away a fourth time if that what was needed.
Nobody holds power over me, no king, no prince, no fucktard in a suit. Come what come will. Id rather have someone wound me then i would wound them. That doesnt mean they can do what ever the fuck they want with me, im not their toy, im not a possesion of the Swedish state idiot oligarchy. Ill take back what i lost, thats what im going to do, spiritually. But i dont want to be bitter. I dont want to hate. And i DONT hate, im NOT bitter. So its a precarious path i have to walk.
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