I'm not me. I struggle through life with my siamese twin. It's getting stronger than me. Heavier. It's lied alot in the past, first white lies, then little fibs, then real lies and now we're here and I don't know who to believe. I think this time it's telling the truth. I think this time the boy's not crying wolf. I think it's just me doing the crying. Nobody seems to help, nobody seems to understand how big, how tiring, how cumbersome my twin has become, what I have to lug about every day. Nobody understands how much it's distorted reality, so I don't what's real and what isn't. But no. This time I think it's being honest. And isn't honestly the best policy? Although, they also say ignorance is bliss. I wish I had an on/off switch for my twin. I wish I could turn off the power. I can feel somebody hovering over mine.