Talking to my self sometimes is nice. It paves a way for discovery of those that blend to come up with an identity. Sometimes I see my self as a different person, and then I ponder why I am not that person. That is simply because I am only one person, although with many faces, I am only one. But sometimes, that one person is not just me. Some other people, and some animals, some plants, maybe even some rocks, make up my identity.
I'm weird. ._.