Female Rejection.

Sarak understood. It terrified him, but only angers me. I don't like the control being out of my hands, but at least in most cases it is in someone else's hand and direction. Whatever is lulling me into this vile, confusing dimension has no intentions or purpose. It's chaotic. The very bane of my being and unmaker of my 'soul'. It only gets worse as the days continue on, as the daydreams pass into nightmares and the emotions suffer me as a fishing yacht caught in Poseidon's wrath.  I would contemplate how people deal with such awkward and illogical dictations of the body... But I know this is foreign, even to the weak-willed around me. This isn't normal. It's out of control. It's a demon attempting to dissuade me, but from what is the prevalent question. Does it just want to torment, to 'watch the world burn' as it were? Does it seek to set my fury and vengeance upon the universe? I cannot fathom as such, since that would be impossible. The o...