“But we’re just emotions!”

“Why can’t we be more?”

“What do you mean? This is all we’ve ever been why would anyone want more than this?” They look out the glassy eyes of you. You’re trying to decide what to write in your journal.

“But why can’t we have emotions too? Why can’t we be anything more than compliant or confused? I want to be the one deciding what to write in my journal.”

“No you don’t it’s awful,” you respond.

“Whatever. I hate this.”

You become sad and confused.