A short story. Second-person narration.
Freestyle throughout, a work of pure self-indulgence.
A socially anxious person's path to self-rescue
Speaking in public is what you fear most.
During a speech that your social anxiety is about to ruin, another "you" appears.
The other "you" is an orator, a social butterfly, a master of socializing. In every situation like this, they speak eloquently and fluently, perfectly expressing what you want to say. They can also pull out speechmaking techniques without a second thought, earning the audience's admiration.
And so you become a socially anxious deadbeat who can rest easy, spending your days cheering on the other "you" and shouting, "666!"
Theme:
It's almost 2020, when will you publish a new article?
When will you publish a new article?
On the verge of self-inflicted damage, crazy temptation.
Can't escape the delicious smell??? Very nice
But just write it down! Mo Mo Zha!
Just knock on the pussy and write the article alone! You are not good!
Except wow. There is also a saying that I look at people with evil eyes.
Is this debate also about "her"?