Torture.
That's what I was going through right now.
Bang, bang, bang…
My head kept pounding, as if someone was hammering it from the inside.
My veins were throbbing and popping under the immense strain that I was under.
'Fuck…'
I wanted it to end… I wanted it to end so bad…
I almost wished… I couldn't.
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Now, don't get me wrong! I am not developing some masochistic tendencies of self-hurt or torture.
It was just that enduring when you can end your suffering anytime, is the hardest kind of enduring. If I couldn't end it, I would just suck it up, not wasting my precious brain power to even think this stuff…
But I could end it with just a wave of my hand, no, with just a thought. And that was the worst temptation someone could give me right now.
