I cannot control my own body, I can't control my actions or my words, and I don't know what I'm doing. I can't let myself be happy, I can't relax, I can't even calm down, I just mentally flail and writher in wild desperation. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know who I'm doing it to. I have all my inner voices arguing, each wanting different things, so that I do one thing and regret it afterwards, or I do nothing and want it so badly that it feels like a hand clenching my heart. I don't know what I'm doing. I have never been this confused in my life. I'm too nice and too bad at the same time, and everything I do pleases one side but depresses the other, so that whether I JUST DO IT or hold back I'm unhappy either way. I don't know what I'm doing. I can't control myself.
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He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
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