samantha is my conscience, i'm having a rather skitzy interlude right now, and i've decided that she was no more than a manifestation of my mind, an aparation seen by myself alone, i know this isnt true, but it feels incredibly... comforting. either way.. she was always there, always telling me what to do, proffering sage wisdom when my mind really wasnt up to absorbing it. she would tell me off when i did dumb shit, she would smile when i did nice shit. just always there. and i thought i saw her today. smiling sadly. which is why i think she is my conscience, because i felt like smiling sadly today. doesnt make too much sense, but it does to me. to me and sam :P >>identity crisis<<:P R0b?2116|270405