Sometimes I find myself dreaming, both day and night. Daydreaming all the time, I think of what I could be.

I’m always stuck in my own head. I’m in there arguing with myself. It’s where I create my own sense of self deprecating talk and humor. Where I am sword fighting with another me.

We are always each other’s opposites, foils of another. Sometimes the other woman kills me in a false narrative that I create in my...