I really don't know who I am. I don't know how I should act.
What name I shou!d have. The way I should talk.
What I should do from here on out...
Maybe it's because I read Shūzō Oshimi's Blood on the Tracks last night and Inside Mari this morning.
I've never seen such a disturbingly real representation of bpd.
Anyways, isn't it fun being lost?
I don't have to care about anything. I get to solve puzzles.
I wish I could stay lost forever.