{{ชื่อ}} ประเภทบุคลิกภาพ MBTI
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"Andrea ประเภทบุคลิกภาพประเภทใด Andrea เป็นประเภทบุคลิกภาพ INFJ ใน mbti, 4w5 - so/sp - 451 ใน Enneagram, RCOAI ใน Big 5, IEI ใน Socionics"
There was a girl who was wandering around in the world named "thoughts". She looks around, pacing back and forth, as if she were trying to find the way out. She asked around even, but no one was answering her voice. It was a futile attempt. Why? Because she was alone there from the very start. All of the voices she has been hearing from the start are coming from her own mind. The people, the images, the insults all come from her own thoughts. Pouring in like rainfall trying to wash over the world beneath it. Eventually, she stopped. She was quiet, standing still in that vacant room. She looked up, raising her head to see all her thoughts staring back at her in the form of sentences. Staring blatantly as if mocking her in place. But she wasn't offended. Never. She lowered her body to the floor beneath her and sat like an obedient little child on top of that floor, staring back at those mocking sentences. Déjà vu was the feeling she felt at that moment. The memory rushed back into her mind, suddenly playing by itself in front of her like a movie. The thing she saw was a little girl, very similar to her own appearance, sitting on the floor, beneath her mother's furious gaze. She was sitting there obediently, listening to her mother's lecture, mockery, sentences, and lastly, wishes. The wishes are simply filled with a lot of pressure. There were many, lots of it. But she perfectly remembered one thing from those wishes. It was connected with the word "perfection". "You have to be a creation that is perfectly sculpted by my own hands". Those sentences, those words carrying their own weight that is too heavy for her to bear. But she didn't care anyway, and kept listening to her mother's lecture. The movie stopped playing. It changes form into a sentence. As if that one sentence is not enough to stab her, it increases, and keeps increasing. It was not a sentence again, but it changes into sentences. So many that it started to make her head spin. But she kept looking at it, as if she had to look at it. As if they were pills that were mandatory to swallow. "Useless", "Be more perfect", "Burden", and many more, many mocking words and sentences were there. She remained still. She kept quiet. Kept watching them. Until the words and sentences started to eat her alive. But since her essence, her soul, is already numb, she doesn't feel the slightest bit of pain. She lets them. Ruined her. Until she got used to it. And up until now, she's still there, and remains like a statue. Remained still and trapped in her own "thoughts". Letting them devour her whole. —Made by Andrea
