What a scary feeling Inside me. Outside me, I’m an idiot, Criticizing me, adding that strange, horrible consciousness, Everything I do magnified to the hundredth degree. Why did I do that? I look stupid, crazy. Stop, why can’t I just be quiet? No, don’t breathe so loudly. Why is this so awkward? Why do I think other people can hear me think? Stop. I look like a moron. I’m scared.
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