...going to be consumed by this feeling of being consumed. For so many things that are intangible and unachievable [there’s a better word for it, and I can’t be bothered right now].
...going to waste away precious moments minutes hours days weeks months and eventually years of my life fawning over things, thoughts, achievements that do not belong to me.
...going to be infatuated with anything even remotely popular, again.
...going to get taken in by cleverly personalised speeches of gratitude that are mass-ether-mailed across the globe.
...going to feel so easily undermined by the order of the universe.
...going to be so peevish and pettily pissy about things that I cannot help.