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Fear of the green death
...written on 2009-03-29, @ 11:25 p.m.
When did I become the mad doctor. Jekyll and Hyde blurred into one. I am the green monster, the angry beast, one moment and the next I am the shy, quiet, unobtrusive researcher. Am I a horror to you too? Do you cringe when I turn my venomous hiss on you? Do you love me less?
You whisper devotion but sometimes I'm scared that you whisper devotion and sigh betrayal. I'm scared the monster makes me less beautiful and impossible to love. I rage at the fact that you may take your awkward charm to her bed and her heart and her lips.
And I know I am insane. Sometimes I forget for a moment when I collapse in your arms. Sometimes I think you make everything anything but a storybook.