These diaries, those people. It always makes me think that I do not exist.
That there's only a girl who is seen by others.
Who is seen by me personally.
But the real 'me', the constant, which is jumping from one my personality to another, is hidden so deep that no-one can discover it.
And it's... um... to my mind, it is indifferent to everything which
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is this similar to the feeling of "you" being but a little entity looking out of your "own" eyes
or even watching your physical body from the other side of the room?
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I meant nothing physical.
But perhaps similar^^
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But I was trying to tell about something... deeper...
And your first comparison suits enough^^
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