I've come to a realisation. I exist as a gimmick. I don't know if I have a self, or a person, but I can't put words to any of it. All my life I've been just reflecting whoever's in front of me, whoever's around me, and now I'm paying the price for it. I don't know what I am anymore, and now there's nobody left for me to match, to repeat. To copy, actually. I don't even see my own face in the mirror anymore. And when I do, I don't recognise it as me at first. Is this my comeuppance for being a fraud? Or was I set up for this all along? I want to be free. I want this to stop, but I'm afraid that whatever 'this' is just happens to be what I am. I'm invisible, and yet I'm so, so very visible. May God save me.
Kult: +2
Total: 2