It’s pointless, unstable and ridiculous and everything in between. It’s tiring. It’s wasting my time. It’s over, if you know what I mean.

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Sometimes I don’t Know

But you. You are not one person. You are more than one and you are you and you are him. And I don’t know how many are in there. Is it not getting too crowded?

Sometimes, it is nothing but an illusion.

Sometimes, you are certain about something, or at least you think you are. Continue reading “Sometimes I don’t Know”