There is no real me, only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Feel free to ask me anything.
Just lost my aunt, now my grandmother is dying. It’s been a tough month for my family. Among other things, today really sucks. I’m gonna drink, a lot hopefully. Don’t have much in the house and I’m broke but I find my ways.