I hate sharing my thoughts. Sometimes it feels like my thoughts are having a wild party in my head, and the world is peering in getting a clear but fragmented picture. Other times it can feel like they are being pried from my mind and being inspected for science, which can be a very uncomfortable experience. Other times my thoughts feel like a precious commodity that the world is begging for (when this happens it's always a wonderful ego boost), others times they feel like a dirty piece of trash wanted by no one.
In all these situations, I feel like something is being taken from me without my permission. I have lost my choice.
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