"Tastes like military school" the flavor of what I had for breakfast almost every day during that time of my life. Sugary sweet and bringing feelings I don't have words for. That was one of the worst periods of my life by far. I was so much stronger then, by far. I feel the same kind of vigor and stubbornness and spite and determination, just a bit more rekindling that fire - it tastes like a horrible time. It tastes like stubbornness, too.