Someone call the doctor. Something is wrong with me. I like those creatures with long hair and dainty shape. I need to stop wanting them. I should only like the ones who have a third leg. Someone help me. Someone brainwash me. It's getting out of hand. I need to stop gazing at them. I catch myself looking at them. I need to stop it. Stare to the floor, up to the sky. Don't look at them. This is not okay. It will make them feel uncomfortable. I need to stop. Someone please call the ambulance. My heart is stolen. I'm dying. And if I survive, they'll find out and kill me.
