This person is weird. He often talks to himself. He often talks to walls. He often talks to a cat. He often talks, just to no one, but himself, and the other things around him. I wonder what this guy is made of, sometimes he cries a lot, sometimes he is laughing when people cry. He is so different, he could tell it. He feels that he is so different. But at some point, at some aspect, he is just an ordinary man, i don't know. Why did i write this?
This man, he thinks that this body he is wearing, isn't his. He thinks that, he is here-in this body, just because the other soul before in the body is dead. And then it's his turn to claim his time to be alive, in this body, while the other soul before, left away, going somewhere.
Not so sure but, when he talks to people that he knew before, it feels like he feels nothing. He feels no memory about those people. Actually if i could say, his memory before has left away, leaving the "new him" there without any single past memory. Ah, pathetic.
don't dodge away, u're a jerk. that's it.
