I hate feeling this way.
I don't know what to do.
It's not enough to be a serious problem.
But it's still there.
I can't ignore it.
But acknowledging it means I've become exactly what I don't want to be.
I want to have control.
But I don't want to be controlled by artificial means.
I don't know where to draw the line.
It's not black or white: that
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