MAY17***So who’s George? He is, in easy words, my alter ego or maybe no. He is not my alter ego. He is like a character inside of my body that takes over all of my characters when I can no longer take the pressure of the world.
When I feel like I got the world over my shoulders, he takes over. I can’t say he’s a devil because he helps me in some ways. In situations when I have to have a thick face he appears. On occasions when I can’t take it anymore, he takes over. I want to pretend that he is real and the person that carries all the burden for me is him. Sometimes, I feel like we're like Smeagol. Like a Gollum. You know, the one in Lord of the rings? Remember, he has two personalities inside of him? Only I don’t talk to George and we’re pretty much the same, George and I. We don’t fight. He just helps me. I want to describe it this way, I can do everything that George can do, it’s just that George is braver than me, prouder than me. All of the er in me. He is like the Hulk hiding inside the body of a doctor and only shows himself when angry. George shows only when needed. Funny, I sound like a f**king retard on this diary. But that’s George for me. He is the Stronger, Braver, Smarter, more handsome version of me.