Gemini and confused

i'm going to kill god

i'm going to delete my blog

i'm going to explode

i'm going to blow up this entire website

i'm going to become the joker

this is going to be my villain origin story

i'm being so brave about it

fuck it we ball

god has to nerf me because i'm too powerful

Into a more sedately paced paragraph of comfort or realization.

I go so insane for works that vary the length of their sentences to show emotion or character or atmosphere (usually all three)! The horror genre is impeccable with this. The build up of fear as the protagonist notices an open door that was not open before, they’re sure, they remember closing it and feeling the tough wood grain on their fingers. They force themselves a trembling step forward, reaching for the doorknob to—what? To push it further open? To listen to the crawling dread they can barely keep locked behind their teeth and close the door without checking?

They haven’t decided on the best course of action when the wind shudders through the house again, wailing down the chimney and through the fireplace at their back. The icy air slams into them a beat before their outstretched fingers touch the doorknob.

The wind pushes the door open further.