Your sense of self is torn. You realized, a few years ago, that you have certain instincts that most people - even yourself - see as forbidden. Worse, bad. Bad enough to be close to evil. And you make excuses.
Certain parts of human nature shouldn't be suppressed.
This is who I am.
It's because of a deep issue that lies in the twisted trail that is my past and it's inadvertently messed me up.
It's ruined me.
And you like being ruined. It makes comfort and security seem dull. It makes you feel wild and reckless and free. You think it's the instinct, the close-to-evil instinct, that you should be fighting against, but really, that's what you're fighting for. Because you feel it defines you somehow. And everyone loves definitions.
I'm not going to be a definition anymore.
I'm not going to be ruined anymore either.
Certain parts of human nature shouldn't be suppressed.
This is who I am.
It's because of a deep issue that lies in the twisted trail that is my past and it's inadvertently messed me up.
It's ruined me.
And you like being ruined. It makes comfort and security seem dull. It makes you feel wild and reckless and free. You think it's the instinct, the close-to-evil instinct, that you should be fighting against, but really, that's what you're fighting for. Because you feel it defines you somehow. And everyone loves definitions.
I'm not going to be a definition anymore.
I'm not going to be ruined anymore either.
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