I am nobody. I take up no space in this world.Am I really in this world at all?My soul drifts about in wisps of notion, crossing boundaries between dimensions, disrupting the laws of time and space.So this is what happens when you are dead.Did I just say dead?What in heavens made me say that?I�m not dead.I don�t remember overdosing on painkillers or being held at gunpoint.That would not be me
What do people mean when they say my, I, me, myself, anyway?Who or what is it referring to? Your body, brain, heart, mind, soul? I would never have thought about before I became this way. I used to wonder, if my parents had never conceived me, would my thoughts and dreams and attitudes and perspectives be born in someone else?I can�t even imagine what that would be like.But now, here I am, stripped of everything I have, all but the one thing I couldn�t have cared for a while back.And that is my soul.My spirit.My mind.My thoughts.Every single solitary perception to the world that I have experienced is now loosely scattered (scientifically as possible) as stuff that is way more complicated than mere protons, and is now collected around an insignificant focal point.And that is all that is left of my identity.Of the five senses, I have all five of them, but they are felt through the entire mass that I am made up of.I don�t just see with my eyes; I can see omnisciently.I feel more violently also, as if physical feelings are not enough.The agony of emotions can bore deeper holes in me than any tangible thing could.As you can see, I can still feel pain.Why must it be that way?I wanted to be invisible, okay, I admit that.But if I thought that being ethereal would take away some of my anguish, I was completely mistaken�
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Mina adjusted her glasses so that they were perched precariously on the bridge of her nose.She propped the book up to conceal her face and began to read.The library was anything from quiet.She groaned.This is a library, for heaven�s sake.Why must you people be so loud!She was particularly annoyed at the group of gossiping girls at a neighboring table.��she came over yesterday and showed me the cutest shirt ever.It was pink with white stripes and..."
Slam!She shut the book abruptly, and a pungent two seconds of silence followed.Mina left the book on the table, and soon, the library doors swung violently.
The crisp fall afternoon was gradually showing signs of the coming wintry season.Mina had on a light fleece jacket and her breaths were faintly visible in the surrounding air.She walked briskly across a few streets to her house.