Sometimes I’m someone else and then I come back, but I still feel them. All of them. I’ve been many people. I can hear them, sometimes suddenly. I’m all of them, but none of them is me. Do you know who’s real?
i want a relationship like daphne and fred in the new scooby doo cartoon where someone is so totally head over heels for me but i dont even notice bc im so busy thinking about building elaborate and unnecessary traps