shenozakeh
It's a sad thing when your own identity is like a stranger to you
It's puzzling when your own existence puzzles you more than your mother
It's strange that I need proof of my own existence in order to be able to function like everyone else
Proof. That was all that mattered anymore. Not real, human emotions. Just statistical facts that are sent through file reports and emails. Nothing really matters anymore, or even exists, really. The truth is out there, and proof is the only thing that'll get us there