You Idiot,
I'm rude and I'm painful to use and it's hard to get on my side. But I'm begging you... All I ask is that you stop torturing us both. You secretly know how this is going to turn out. So why are you continuing to kill yourself in the worst way possible? He's showing you the proof. It's all there in front of your eyes. It's going to hurt and it's going to be painful and yet you're tied down. You're too nice... You had a chance. You had an open gate. So what was the point of captivation? What did he say? What did he do? Why the stress? Why are you letting yourself get pulverized? I can take more hits than a heart can... I don't understand what your primary goal was here? Leave before it's too late you have the chance, right? Do the right thing...that's all I ask for.
Sincerely,
Your Brain
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Letters to Myself
RandomI've always wondered what it would be like if my brain or body had a mind of its own. What my most inner thoughts would say to me. I think it would sound something like this.
