JH + 3 vocab words (no thesaurus)

From birth-no, long before it-I was not one fetus, but two separate twins. My mind's eye had a cross, a twitch if you will, and growing up in a proper home with a quality education, curiosity began to brew inside me at a level unlike I've ever known was normal to a man before, so I attempted to conceal this evil identity by bringing it to the outside. With a swig of a concoction, I reversed my flesh from the inside-out to display the true monstrosity within. The skin I am in is really only diaphanous; it is so paper-thin, it cannot contain neither the physical no spiritual bounds that do not stop my volatile sanity from shattering the fourth wall into sparkling miniscule shards.

The thirst for blood was overwhelming in this troglodytic state. I was me, but only less...me, yet I was so much more. While others loathed my vulgar appearance, I didn't care, nor did I want to belong with the rest of society. Society should travel down my path, for society does rule the world! Feeble society should join me, for it is so much better to unleash all the wrath, to feel the cold knife bleed through a human's gut, to be free without the goodness of heaven, to have no judgment from such a deity.

Nevertheless, I am still encouraged to become Dr. Jeckyll again, the austere man with inner flaws that I hide under masquerade. I am propelled to live in this self again because not only is it who I am by default, but while I may creep about freely in the night in my double life, the hunger to be loved overwhelms my gut no matter how emotionally vapid I may devolve myself. Friends in this real realm would take a bullet for me, cross a bridge of one thousand miles to visit me, and make a vast array of ludicrous actions without hesitation that I'd shy away from in even less of an instant. To be loved is not to love, but it is to be needed, and to love is to need another. I grow dependent on those around me to do as little as to keep me alive and breathing. A person as minute and grotesque as Mr. Hyde will never find acceptance in a modern world, nor will he be happy, but he is chaotic and wild and free and satisfied, but what satisfaction is elicited by evil? The answer is the curiosity is unleashed among society, for it to fear and hypnotize. Enchanting, enticing call to the dismal side of life is inevitable, while we push it back and resist, keeping our lives in order. Blackness beneath my ribcage stays a part of me that even I do not accept as my true form. Perhaps that acceptance as a unity rather than duality reveals the key that will save my life rather than another dose of toxic potion.