Lololowka

A spark pulsed inside, heat and cold simultaneously spread through the guy's body. He tried to distract himself or accept his condition, but nothing helped. The separation from time was about to overtake him, and someone from the organization could appear any minute and force him to go through the separation procedure. Lololoshka pressed his back against the iron wall of the bunker and slowly rolled down it. A smile slowly appeared on his face and, folding his hand into a fist, he roughly hit the wall next to him.* "No.. There's no way I'm going to give in to them, I have to beat them, I just have to.."

I'm talking because I want to have a dialogue with at least someone. I'm talking and I want to know the answers to my questions. I'm talking and I need answers. I ignore if I don't like the person. I lie if I see a need for it. I'm aggressive if I get emotional. I avoid conflicts if they are not beneficial to me. I'm in conflict if I'm annoyed, but I often keep my emotions to myself.