My mind is overflowing with characters today. I can't tell if they're my own or someone else's, but there's a constant susurration of their commentary in the back of my mind as I go about errands and such. I think it's due to a dream I had last night. It was extremely vivid when I first woke up, but I didn't write it down and now all I remember is something about talking portraits.

Sometimes all I can think is Am I really this weird?

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