Life is so surreal. what is to say anything i have done at all in the past 10 years is actually real. today i was sitting in the kiddie pool, napping in the sun. i could have sworn someone was in there with me, next to me. i can still feel them in there with me, i can remember the conversation we had. my memory of this afternoon includes me AND someone else in the kiddie pool. but that just isn't the way it is. i was alone. i have witnesses that can tell you i was alone. i have memories as far as i can remember that aren't really real. i try to keep track of them, so i can keep them straight. it is like i have a subconciousness that is entertwined with my conciousness. shit like this doesn't happen that often, but the fact that it does happen, and it has been happening for my entire life makes me wonder who i really am. i have all these memories, things i base my beliefs and wants and needs on, and i can't say for certain whether any of them actually happened. what if it is something my subconcious made up, that i just didn't catch. can i really know anything about myself, about who i really am..........

frivved up by Ben at 11:59 PM