By the time storms arrived, it was already too late to act odd.

Can’t blame sanity for having had enough of psychotic, and now I was the victim.

What do you do? Empathy and compassion become poison, and you can’t just pretend to be good. You’re not really the virtuous type to have that out.

Just tap that ass to sleep by getting into bed and tell her your deep secrets about how sometimes you have urges where you have these feelings that you’re gonna wake up next to someone and you’ve done something to them, something really bad, something you don’t want to talk about, and send her on her way.

That did done it

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