I remember laying down in my mother's bed, my body totally consumed by Satan himself, and I remembered he tried to convince me to treat myself with disrespect. Satan was telling me that all my friends are into partying and into alcohol, and why am I not into it? He was telling me to join them, and I stayed in my mother's bed trying to fight this evil force. Being the Christian I am, and (those whom do not believe in it, what does this matter?) not caring much about myself, I tried to not listen to Satan's word, and I fought this force. I fought him trying to control my body into doing things I might end up regretting. So, I fought him off until I was back to earth again.
It was an odd moment, and I don't know why he decided to control me. . . . but, I was strong enough to turn him down.
Clintorus Eastwood Community Member 
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