I don’t remember the first time the world felt out of place. It happened slowly and all at once. A thought there, a sound there.
A voice, narrating my day-to-day, asking me my opinions, and sending me into hours long periods of daydreaming. Slowly, the world began to feel scary.
Suddenly, certain people could read my mind. My boss, Uber drivers, checkers at the grocery store, and most upsettingly, my own father.
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