I woke up that morning under the crisp white sheets and wondered...
Who am I?
I am Amelia, that much is certain. But who is Amelia? Not the girl that everyone sees in the halls of school, that's for sure.
Who is Amelia? Not the girl that my parents are proud to claim as their daughter, that's for sure.
Am I even their daughter? Or am I someone else?
Who am I? I'm really curious.
I am a girl, I think, but not in the traditional sense. I'm not cis, but I'm not trans, either.
I am 21, I think, but that doesn't mean much. Age is but a number, and this number doesn't add up.
Who am I? This doesn't feel right.644Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJF4ycRjeVD
My body is not my own, I'm just inhabiting it for a while. It's a strange sensation.
I am me, but that means nothing to me. Nothing.
Who is Amelia?644Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Es6XeR0qq
Oh, I don't know. That crazy girl who sits in the back of class spaced out?644Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsXXPdPO3d8
No, no, no. She's the girl who is constantly dissociating.
Who am I? Is this body my own? What is going on?644Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMcr3zCbcBA
Oh, I know. I'm dissociating. Again.644Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ10RfhUVzQ
