Putting this thought here since I can finally seem to word it: it seems there's a billion parts to this person. I'm just the piece that represents the rest. I hear a lot of thoughts that don't sound like my own and there's a lot going on in this mind that I'm not a part of. Memories that aren't mine. Emotions that I've never felt before. I feel like a constant chaotic mess so I try to keep everything as orderly as I can.