sometimes my entire being feels completely made up

like I didn’t really come from anywhere, I just sorta, Am

my perception of the passage of time is a little fucked up especially in the weird timeless space that is 13 months (what even are those?) of quarantine

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I’m worried that I’ll be unrecognizable to people I haven’t seen in a while

I was such a different person a year ago, and I couldn’t genuinely tell you many details about that person if I tried

I’ve lost all meaningful sense of how to communicate, it feels like

2/
my personality is cobbled together from anything I can find

sticks and mud and bits of trash collected from the ground, like the little bird collecting nest material I saw out my window this week (I think)

and just like a nest, I’m constantly rebuilding it, replacing parts

3/
repairing after each storm, adding new bits that I think would fit well

and sometimes things don’t fit as intended

and everything feels out of place, and wrong

and I get the desire to tear it all apart, to start from scratch

find something new, begin again

4/
I am the ship of Theseus

even if some of the parts resemble old ones, they’re not the same

I don’t know if anything’s the same at this point

I’m still learning how to distinguish different parts of me, how to understand what they do, where they fit, how they work

5/
I’m not really sure who I am sometimes

there are a few things *about* me I know; descriptors, interests, history - but I don’t know what’s “me” and what’s just data, biographical information

I don’t really know what qualifies as “personality”, in me or others

6/
I don’t think this thread is a cry for help or anything, it’s just kinda some stuff I needed to get down somewhere, and maybe at least it helps explain Why I’m Like How I Am, whatever that means

I’m still figuring me out, I guess is the gist of this

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