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I don't want to be this person anymore. I think I have been in her skin for too long.

How do you change something innate?

You don't.

I get that.

Mono has given my brain too many free hours. My fingers are writing stories for people that don't exist and I wonder where I fit in to all of that? Have I slipped out of the real world and all that's left is for me to stop going outside at all?

I was supposed to plant a flower garden, but I got sick just as the weather became favorable and it looks like another year with a blank yard.

Adam bought a tomato plant. We've named him Paul. He is the key to our hopes and dreams. In plant form.