Chapter one.

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I think a lot. Not about useful things. I just think about my mind.

Have you ever stopped to wonder? Wonder something I can barely describe in words? Probably not because you're probably a normal person. But what even is normal? Typical, usual, average, right? That is the sort of thing I wonder, but it's just the very tip of the iceberg. For starters, I think about being crazy a lot. I can't tell if I'm trying to convince myself if I am crazy or not; I just know that there's something wrong with me. Or is there. Am I just being dramatic? Maybe. But why? To who? I still feel like this when no one is looking. So maybe I'm not pretending. No, that's stupid. You're just being dramatic. But am I though? Is it being dramatic if there's no one to witness it? Maybe I secretly hope to be a fictional character with fans, an audience, kinnies, simps. Oh, to not be real. But what is real? Well, it's real, of course. Yes, but what even is that?

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