"Then, of course, at this point in time, it would be my turn to scream hysterically at myself for carrying on a conversation with my animal from inside my mind. And while placing my brain through a series of medieval torture techniques, I would burst out into a Spice Girls song that has gotten stuck in my head throughout their demise and long since past. While the Spice Girls could, and probably would, draw someone to the dark side of the spectrum, thus granting you the sudden need to destroy the world and all the younglings, this is not so in my case. My utter demise was due to my mind… and a nut job family."
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