I don’t even know who I am sometimes. Sometimes I feel I am just something created to survive something no body should have to experience. Maybe the person you think you know is just the product of a terrible life. A defense mechanism. A personality molded by a sadistic creator. If my life had of been different I’d probably be a very different person. If I seem “out of character”, don’t wonder what has highjacked me or whether my social media account has been hacked. Ask if the person you thought you knew was real.