Yeah nice now I have a whole fucking album for a song

Tom meets Summer on December 14th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

I'll call off the search for my soul
Or I'll put it on hold again

fuck x what makes me me?

memories? amnesia is a thing
my body? every few years almost every single cell in my body would be replaced by a replica
continuous conscious experience? what about sleep, comatose brain damage etc

I'm still at a loss tbh because wtf makes me

it's a bit haunting to think about, my name? my memories? my consciousness? my body? no, none of those is solid or consistent enough to be me

so what am i?

identity is very gelatinous

it's not a real thing

it's something we convince ourselves exists to give us some kind of existential comfort.

talk about actual horror

It's not because I'm a procrastinator that I don't study.
It comes all down to the very idea of being terrified.
I'm frightened that I will not understand the subject, so I sleep on it as if it's going to dissolve, but it really stays under the sheets with me.

Ok time to start another dystopian novel

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Bruh

Its so abnormal how yall are trying to be copycats of me
My music taste
My favourite movies
My dearest books
Just say you're the Bobert to my Gumball
Fucking ridiculous