I donβt know how to explain how I feel about my existence. I often honestly forget that I myself am a person. That I, too, am an alter. But not in the "I'm the core/only real one" way.
It just feels like I am the overlap of all the others. That I'm the space between where their identities blur at the edges. That I am the gap where they don't exist, the void between them, only filled by the bits of them that seep in. Every aspect of me feels like it comes from them. My favorite color, the way I talk, my aesthetic, my hobbies. It all feels like them. When I try to separate them from myself to figure out what identity is me, I feel nothing. It's a void. I am only the parts of them that bleed together, the only thing I am is a void to be filled. I feel like nothing but an empty container. I am the body and nothing else. I am not a being, I am nothing. I am simply the body, a shell, the place where they all come together to coexist. I am only the sum of them. Otherwise, I am nothing.