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The more Samatoki did it, the more he didn't mind letting go.
He had always been the type to overthink and be anxious about everything that could happen rather than what is happening. His immediate response is aggression because it makes him feel safer.
He can't stand the idea of opening up to anybody.
He would rather spend his nights hitting and cutting himself. In a way, he enjoys the misery he forces himself to endure. It's something that has stayed stagnant in his life. It changed in levels sometimes, but it was something that stuck to him no matter what.
He didn't want to change.
He didn't want to open up.
He wanted to continue to suffer silently.
That's what felt right.