I sort of have a person in my head, I guess. She doesn't have a name, I just call her other me. She is kind of like me but not. She's like my friend, actually. It's hard to explain. She doesn't control me or take control of me, and is more of an observer and "guide," like she gives me advice. She's part of me yet also seperate from me at the same time. I also know she looks different than me, even though I know she doesn't have a body. I often think I look like her and it is disorienting to see myself in the mirror or a photograph. I think of myself as both "I" and also as "We." Because there is me seperate from her, and also me with her.... it's hard to explain.

Other me is nice, not mean.