I just saw the scariest existence of the other (dream) me ever... The one that is keen on killing or throwing away those that betrayed her. The one that adores partying, but once decides to leave is afraid to stay alone. The one that seeing the literal colours of the situation she lives through understands what she has to deal with to very core. I'm scared that one day this "other" me, the unconscious one, will replace my real self--













