oi.

Okay, this is the alter ego speaking. What? you’re calling me the imaginary friend? How dare you! Let me get this straight. It.is.I.WHO.DO.THE.THINKING. My ID is a useless mass, just an identifier to let other people identify me as me. But I must admit she is an okay girl. She let me out sometimes, and most of the times when we’re alone, she let me take control. She’s one scatterbrained girl, but kind to animals. And we’re both have katsaridaphobia. Oooh loook! UFO! Okay. Thank you. bye.