You broke the social contract.
M arịọ gị ka i lee nke a nkenke video banyere PTSD. Ọ bụrụ na ọha nwere a mma nghọta nke PTSD, ọ pụrụ ịzọpụta ndụ.
Ị nwere ike inyere gosi na psilocybin na MDMA bụ ọgwụ site n'ịkwado m na-agbake site na ịda mbà n'obi, nchegbu, na nkwarụ.
Ozi-m zigara nkenke na-akọwa na m ike ọ bụla ọzọ.
Kemgbe ọnwa, I have shared hundreds of my ideas ranging from physics to climate change to computing to business to law to labor to domestic violence to social reform to photography. The ideas I shared were only the ideas that I already had written in a format that was easy to convert to
Because my dad, Ma hogan anyị, had co-signed some loans for me, and because my personal finances were shaky, I sent an email to my dad about my finances and my plans–even though he had never asked me to do that.