Everyone sees different things.
The world didn't give a shit. It didn't bestow. It took.
Maybe there are some things we were put on this earth not to know.
Which would be worse, to live as a monster or to die as a good man?
This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.
The brain controls pain. It controls fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything we associate with the heart or the soul or the nervous system is actually controlled by the brain. Everything. What if you could control it?
She was afraid of all that and so much more, but what terrified her most was inside of her, an insect of unnatural intelligence who’d been living in her brain her entire life, playing with it, clicking across it, wrenching loose its cables on a whim.