Video Version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBVrKooawio
Text Version:
‘Well, I know what’s going to happen,’ the thought flashed through his mind, ‘I’m annoyed, I’ll start an argument… I’ll get excited—and disgrace myself and everything I stand for.’
The most terrifying thing in the world? Myself. It’s bone-chilling to know I’m a slave to these almost arbitrary impulses. The parameters are aligned slightly off-kilter, and I lose all ability to function and become a sensory-overloaded goop of anguish. Defined by impenetrable inclinations, their original intention long since lost to time. It’s paralysing.
Although, which is better? Turning paralysed at the face of your impulses, or embracing them, indulging them to the outmost depravity? …Perhaps the fact I think about this in the first place is where I erred.
‘That… That’s not something to put into words, ever, -‘
What a moody girl!
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