I'm kinda freaking out a bit. I was reading a journal I wrote a long time ago and there is a very important part in my life, one of the biggest and most important experiences I've had, and that part in the journal is completely different than what I remember. It's a memory that's always been crystal clear. Feeling like I'm living in the matrix. There's no way this is true. It seems that even the past can change in the matrix. Some people call it timelines.

And then there are other journals that I didn't even write that are so interesting there's no way I would forgot those. Maybe they're alters. Life is just so weird!

I don't know who I am right now. A person who's reading journals for some reason and recalling this bodies past memories.