On the topic, I truly feel for fictives who have memories of their source lives. I cannot fathom awaking one day somewhere you’re unfamiliar with, and having to face that your life, as you recall it, never happened. The trials you’ve faced, the tribulations you’ve overcome, your family, your friends— all of them real only in memory. I know that for some this can be a good thing. However, for those who had something worth missing in their former lives, I’m sorry for what you’ve lost.

i feel like being a stoner as a covert system is cheating. it’s way too easy. why was i acting funny? because i was high. why was i talking different? because i was high. why was i dressed strangely? because i was high. why did i drastically change my hair, call myself by a different name, use ‘we’ instead of ‘i’ and forget everything about my life? fam,,, i was so high,,,,, you don’t even know,,,,,,

Hey Siri, how do I alert my loved ones that I’m having a mental breakdown without causing them alarm?