Monologue of the Brain

I don’t need it. I don’t need it! I don’t need it! No.

I need it. I need it! I NEED IT!

Why? It dictates me. It controls me. How can I function without it? It just makes everything better. I don’t have to worry about pain in the left tibia. I get a rush of dopamine too. It makes me feel good and it makes him feel good too. We both enjoy it, what is so bad about it? He doesn’t need to pay for a house, food, or anything else. He just needs to keep taking it. I know it’s all he needs, it’s all I need. I’m the most important part of his body. Who cares if his heart goes at risk or being attacked, or his liver failing him? I’m the one who tells those other organs what to do. So I’ll just tell him to just get a little more, for us.