Your (and Her name) is Joanne...
But why? why we are here? I am just a worthless piece of this game we call Life? We are the players or we are controlled by the players? Who watches the Watchmen? Is this Real Life? Or just fantasy..? Lately I, Joanne, im having weird dreams....
I dont have friends but random persons online... I never exit my room... and my window is fake as fuck.
ANYWAYS! I should think about what to do now.