Invincible Starting from Meat Pigeons

I really want to start with meat pigeons and I'm going crazy. When I lie in bed, I think about being invincible from meat pigeons. When I go out, I want to be invincible from meat pigeons. When I walk, I want to be invincible from meat pigeons. When I sit in a car, I want to be invincible from meat pigeons. When I work, I want to be invincible from meat pigeons. When I play with my mobile phone, I want to be invincible from meat pigeons. I stare at the invincible meat pigeons on the roadside. I stare at the invincible meat pigeons across the road. I stared at the invincible person in the subway, I stared at the invincible person in my good friend's circle, I stared at the invincible person in the group photo of others in the circle of friends, I stared straight at the invincible person in the meat pigeon every moment, scanning the past like a radar. I passed every woman around me, and I really felt like I was possessed. My thoughts about becoming invincible from meat pigeons seemed to be morbid. I was so lonely! So lonely! There are so many invincible from meat pigeons in the world, why none of them belong to me.

Please give me one more chapter. I'm dying. Please. I feel like there are ants crawling on me. I feel like I'm shaking all over. I can't breathe. Please give me one more chapter. Just one more chapter. I'll never touch it again. Please, really, just one chapter. I swear I'll never touch this thing again. I really can't bear it anymore.