Wow, it feels like catching a rat in the sewer, exposing it to bright light – so satisfying! Haha, I'm the clown in the circus, the monkey in the zoo, the two biggest cards in the deck. Surprise, excitement, anger – you've laid bare my painful performance, and it's strangely exhilarating. My emotions are in your hands, and it's thrilling to have everything I've hidden revealed, like dragging rats and roaches from the darkness into the sunlight. My pride is shredded, thinking I hid it well, but you've nailed it, and it feels amazing. From anger to surprise to confusion, I'm just a rat in the crowd, an unsuccessful horse, accomplishing nothing. Keep going, I'm enjoying this feeling so much. It's like exposing all my hidden secrets, as if pulling crawling creatures into the sunlight. I dare not boil water; that would make two boiling things at home. I don't dare clean my room too well; I fear if it's too clean, only the garbage of me will remain. I am the rat in the stinky drain, enjoying endless loneliness in the shadows, yet susceptible to your words. I don't crave companionship; I numb myself in doubts, cynically speculating about others. Every time I see someone redeemed, a tiny hope arises that it might happen to me too. Can I be redeemed, or do I even need redemption? I've masked myself so well, even forgetting how long I've been pretending. I'm so hypocritical, so filthy, so weak, so fragile. You've succeeded, my friend; my defenses crumbled with your words. Congratulations, you've won.