the weird thing is, it wasn't even that long ago, but it feels like another lifetime, not even me maybe, just some character i watched on a screen and i guess that's what happens when you bury a part of yourself so deep it grows roots. the looking through me though, like i was a ghost in my own life, not the ghost i'm fighting every day to keep down, the ghost they thought i was all along, the failure one, the should-have-been. still got my chip though, feels solid in my pocket, a stupid talisman against being unwritten. guess that's worth something.