About me? To be honest with you, your guess is as good as my guess. Dealing with a dissociative disorder I don’t even know sometimes if I exist, or if this desk exist, or if you exist. I don’t even know if anything I will say about myself will be the truth. When you are coin jar of identities “I” can tell you “I” like bananas and then three days later “I” will tell you “I” hate bananas. A walking contradiction, let’s just stick with that.
