that bad idea turned into a near nightmare for me and my roommates...i ended up writing a nice heartbroken text to her mom a few minutes ago explaining what was going on and for her to come and pick her up...i took all her stuff and put it on the front porch...i wrote a nice letter to her explaining that i could finally see where everything went south, that their daughter NEEDS, medication or hospitalization for whatever disorder she has, apologized that i couldn't do anything to help her other than "enable" the behavior...i feel like the person i once knew and loves is no longer alive, replaced or possessed by a demon.. that's how bad she is now.
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.