My thoughts tend to run toward worst-case scenarios and I’m quick to misread social cues or assume the worst, and because it’s the way I process data, I have to assume it’s going to keep showing up in my writing.
There’s something about language that to me is so special, and I feel like it goes right past all my logical brain workings. It feels like a drug.
I don’t know the underlying reason why I’m a bad liar, but I know the reason I get caught is because I can’t look somebody in the eye and lie to them at the same time.
I don’t think that self-loathing really gives you the pleasure that masturbation does.