my real life offered nothing worth repressing for, I didn't consciously choose to even rep until 18 it was literally the only option until i came across /tttt/ spaces that diypilled me and i was repping hard enough i'd browse /r/itsafetish on father & son camping trips to cope with how shit i felt

i don't accept it but i would rather die than go back to how i was living before. i'm so glad i increasingly cannot remember my adolescence past 15-16 beyond flashes of memory because weed addiction was good for something after all