An icy cold crawled up my spine. Ever since I came to this floor, my emotions have been chaotically thrown around. I could blame the malice that seems to be affecting me, but in the end that was just an excuse.
The same water that softens a potato hardens an egg. It was never about the circumstances, it was about what we were made of. And as long as I continued to blame everyone else, they would have power over me.
I had already decided that I was the master of my own fate. But when faced with things I did not understand, the natural reaction was to be afraid.
'Fuck that.'
When I was human, I was afraid all my life. Afraid of what people would say. Afraid of what people would think. Afraid of what would happen if I failed and became a loser. Such fears kept me from trying and from being weird.
