“I don’t want to submit— I’m not into that.”

Oh, really? You don’t fucking say. Hmmm…sounds like your ass needs it THE MOST! I can already feel your ego swell— gross. I’m here to “reposition” that bulbous head of yours— yes, I’m referring to the one attached to your neck/shoulders.

If you’re a Nervous Nelly because you’re feeling intimidated by Me, that’s a WHOLE OTHER STORY. You’re cool. You’re not doubting My business legitimacy, you’re just getting the jitters— and that’s completely normal. THAT, I can work with. THAT is forgivable.

Buckle up, buttercup. It’s going to be a wild, enlightening, ACUTELY ELECTRIFYING ride. I’m the…

I can be dark and brooding— AND a ray of fucking sunshine— AND I don’t have to smile for others.

You’re either an unhealed narcissist waiting for an empath to prey on— suck them dry of their energy source or you’re a sociopath masking his feelings just waiting for the right opportunity to snap.

My heart is pounding from adrenaline— and I can’t take it.

Omg, omg, omg. I’m trying to not freak out and just “be cool”, but it’s so fucking hard because I like him so much, and I’m so fucking EXCITED!!

I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience as I’m hearing Myself say these words.