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I don't do well with internal conflict, though you'd think I was a pro at it by now. The stress of uncertainty, of not knowing, makes me second (and third, and fourth, ad infinitum) guess myself; the full power of meticulous, suspicious self analysis is brought to bear. I want a time machine so I can go back and kill Freud; the world (or maybe just me) doesn't need the Superego.

Something from champignon

They think you're stupid enough to fall for this.

Prove them wrong.