The voices say:
“Don’t be [your name] you would not know who you are.”
But that sounds like, identity theft, but turned up to like a BILLION because these promiscuous women that “aren’t you” can somehow disguise themselves with what? High tech spy technology? Light and frequency manipulation? To become your spitting image and then telepathically put that into my mind?!
What the fuck is happening…
and if it’s just the fact that people in your neck of the woods have similar physical features, phenotypes, phrenology, that’s another thing entirely, but still, whatever feelings I have left for you claw at me like some desperate beast when this shit happens and now I’m 3 blogs deep in under 30 minutes and I literally just said out loud
“I don’t want to think of you at all”