"Do we exist at all?" (Epica, The Phantom Agony)
These diaries, those people. It always makes me think that I do not exist.
That there's only a girl who is seen by others.
Who is seen by me personally.
But the real 'me', the constant, which is jumping from one my personality to another, is hidden so deep that no-one can discover it.
And it's... um... to my mind, it is indifferent to everything which happens in my life. Though gives some stability.
Well, probably, each person might face this fact during one's lifetime.
*don't you know I'm crazy? (: *