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Sometimes I feel like a brain stuck in a sack of meat and bones. I look at myself in the mirror and it’s not me. It’s just some face I have to stick with. It’s really weird. That person I live in is really weird, I don’t understand why she does the thing she does. It’s kinda like watching a movie, I don’t really do anything, it’s more like I’m just watching everything happen without control. I judge her a lot.

(Srry about this, it 12 Am)