Fingers kneading my arm like it's a lump of lifeless clay, and a silent anger begins to rise in my chest. I'm not your plaything, I'm not your possession. A pair of pink lips like a puckered-up anus comes swooping down, suspended on a pair of bulbous, unshaven cheeks. How dare you?
Yes, my prediction came true--and may God pity us both.
[ Ni > Ti > Fe > Fi > Ne > Te > Si > Se ][ 4w5 sp/sx ][ RLOAI ][ IEI-Ni ]
That's the weird part
I don't know when it's finished enough. I personally feel like my thoughts are almost always tentative speculations, but publishing them kind of implies that they are more defined, fixed, or permanent. Then there's no more option to add and refine (well, the edit button is there, but I feel like if I end up editing it 10,000 times then it probably should have stayed in my head, lol). It's different in real life since you can say and add anything without it taking up actual space, but in writing it looks a bit clumsy and inconsiderate. I wonder how others know that something of theirs is *really* the finished product and not just part of the process of getting there.