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I hate when I see someone and know I knew them previously but I don't know who I was. So I just exist in this limbo state, no memories of my own life, instead just the infinite longing for someone.

There's a kin inside me right now that I don't know the name of nor the source. It's just there. I must not have seen their source yet. This is quite ridiculous.

Not in a great place. Really stressed and this new kinshift isn't helping because it's not like his coping methods ever helped him. I wish I was in a more stable kin mindspace right now.

Been in an interesting "shift", I don't even know if I can call it that, I've been feeling some kinda robot/cyborg breaking through the surface but I'm not sure whom. There are many candidates. I haven't learned their name yet and there aren't the usual clues. I'm very lost.

Say it with me. I am not Santanico Pandemonium just because I changed my icon to her for a discord server game. I am not her! Hhhh

The anxiety was killing me yet again, this time while watching Moon Knight, until I found my role. Welcome Hathor.

I’m probably both Dean and Sam (Supernatural) but I don’t think I’m gonna ever add it to my list because why? Who am I gonna talk to? Castiel? Bobby? John? Ruby? Nah. I’ll just sit here and talk to myself, better.