If anyone has ever seen the stereotype of drunken hangovers, usually played out in a "whole world flipped upside down, with no memory of what happened," Then you can basically Imagine what My day to day life can be like in the morning. (Luckily without the Dehydration or Severe Headache.) Now I'm no where near my senior years yet, I'm only in my early twenties, and I live my day to day, in a manner as if it had been my first ever time coming into existence in this world with pre-emptive knowledge of how to speak, write, and thankfully knowing my own name. Other than that, even small manipulations, or works that I have created, or involved myself in anyway possible from even the night before, appear to me as if they had been the works of someone else. I look at previous inscriptions and journal logs of myself with no upfront recognition that these works have been made by my own being. Rather, nearly every time by someone else at first glance. For what I can remember is only the feeling of being mistaken whenever I open a previously used journal of mine and think, "Who wrote this?" Honestly thinking that this had been the works of someone else, even in my own handwriting. This sort of dissociation has made it hard for me to imprint new/older people I've had some sort of history with in my life. Often having myself create repeated patterns of actions in my life like clockwork, outside of my own knowledge, until some sort of outside force, changes that for me onto a new "loop".