Dec 2016
I am too many different people for you to ever comprehend
each turn I take, each time I wake, a different voice is in my head.
I think I'm here, beneath it all, but I can't really tell.
I am an unreliable narrator even to myself.
each turn I take, each time I wake, a different voice is in my head.
I think I'm here, beneath it all, but I can't really tell.
I am an unreliable narrator even to myself.
feeling weird, plagued by painfully vivid memories of mundane things that feel so so so foreign and far away but so clear all at once. I really think my mind is wandering a bit too far...
