Welcome to the scarred corner of my mind. Slightly me, slightly not me. Both the same, and both different. There is no map, believe me, to know your way is as horrible as getting lost.

Corridors of self-abyss with emotion-fluid. Ignore sarcasm and empathy, for they will only derail you from the prefixal ride to my mind-bridge. Reveal, to conceal, in the perfect surreal.