I'm your source of self-destruction

You'd better watch out. I can see what's going on, so you're going to want to be careful.

I used to revel in these situations before, and my whiskers are twitching, twitching with anticipation. The chaos in me wants to exacerbate it all and take it further, further, until it climaxes and ruins you.

A smidgeon of guilt twinges in me at reflection on how typical it all is, and how I'm not doing much to prevent matters from flowing their course... But I'm afraid I must have the recognition I've always craved, and you are excellent prey, aren't you?

So here's my nice side: Tread lightly, and deny your instincts.