sometimes i forget who i am for a second. its like, i see so far into another persons persepctive that i start to think that i am them. when i get out of it, i am usually weirded out. its like i left my own and turned into somebody else. but its not really somebody else. because its just me, doing what i would do if i were in the other persons position. you cant be another person, because then you wouldnt be yourself. and if you arent yourself, then who would be? so you would cease to exist for a while. it would be like an atheist version of dying. you would just, not be there. i could prove to anybody that everything is not black and white. its so not that. its so unclear as to what is real and not real, what is in existence and what isnt. our brains hold a complete other dimension, but is it real? if i knew everything i'd have nothing to talk about. its vetoed. i think. he still has feelings for me? we're going to try? thats the plan. we're a man with a plan.