i don't really know how to describe myself. i take on the shape of the room i'm in & can never remember people's names, including my own. i'm a loser whose god complex sometimes blooms & i like anyone who's nice to me. i exist to break the fourth wall & everyone's trying to convince me i'm real - they call it schizophrenia, i call it having my foot in the door, just in case. i am inherently cringe but free, but also bound by my desire for praise from my fellow souls trapped in this layer of "reality". and man, i do NOT know when to use commas :p