dear friend.
hello. I would tell you my name, but I don't have one. I've used too many names; I don't know which one I can call mine anymore. but name is not the only thing that defines a person. there is also their soul.
I have a demon living inside my head. I don't know how it got there, I don't know if it will ever go away. all I know is that it makes me do things. I'm quiet and not very noticeable, but nice all the same. my normal self is kind of a wallflower. I don't mind it. I don't want too much attention, and I enjoy living in the silence. but sometimes it takes over, and I don't know how to stop it.
first I laugh. it's not like I