I grew tired of arguing with people, getting mad at people, and explaining myself to people. I’m too much of a kindhearted fuck sometimes because I can so easily see both sides of a position and effortlessly let go of my frustration. I have too much empathy, too much tolerance. If I reach the breaking point—and I occasionally do—I’ll say the boldest things and take it back after a second. And it’s not because I’ve given up my views or my conviction. It’s all still there. But I’d rather not trigger battles I know will never end.