Wisdom tooth"

White, or even creamier—I don't know about colors—it's even darker in the middle, and there's some kind of membrane of the same color connecting to the cheek, inside, of course.

There, at the back, at the end on the left side, my left, in the empty space behind the tooth. It might be gangrene, maybe it's finally rotting, and I broke down quite a while ago, in my first year of high school, I think. If so, it's good, even very good, that it starts from the inside, it's not visible, and there won't be any complexes. Unless I'm just growing this extra tooth with a funny name, strange thing. When I touch it with my finger, does it feel hard, stiff, dead? I rub it with my teeth sometimes, sometimes I even clamp down on it, it hurts and stings, but it stops immediately. I'm thinking it might be my tapeworm, but not a parasite. I thought we had a good life together, but now that he hasn't contacted me for a few days, I'm a little nervous, and I know he's definitely still inside me. He probably wants to run away, but if he wanted to leave me, he probably would have talked to me first, explained why, and he definitely would have come out through his anus or throat, without complicating or prolonging the process. So maybe he wants to kill me? Maybe he missed the mark, miscalculated, and instead of drilling a hole in my brain, he accidentally drilled it in my gum. Well, nobody's perfect, everyone makes mistakes. I'd better not say it out loud, because if it's what I think, I'll wait until it comes out a little, then I'll catch it and pull it out. I'll talk to him, maybe we can still save our relationship. I'll forget and forgive him. I don't want him to leave me. I haven't done anything wrong, I haven't cheated on him on the side, or beaten him. And if it doesn't work, I'll throw it in someone's tea and find another one.