I wrote it down, damn it! I wrote it down.... just check my notes... they're on the wall

I used to write to myself, not because I was lonely, but because I have brain damage and sometimes, I can't fucking remember anything... not even what happened yesterday.

So I would write notes and then the notes started to fill my walls, and I couldn't invite people over, not that there were people who cared, so I started to write things down on the computer.

And it was then, that I realized something, I don't have memory problems, I have something else far stranger. I become someone else and he was fucking with me,

I figured this out when I found a note on my computer from who I presumed, wrongly, to be me,

Oh, sad surprise,

Dear Amanda,

Enjoy your final. You will find out why you're fucking screwed later. Don't worry. Won't be that bad.

Signed,

and I will leave the name out of it, because fuck that fucking bastard.

He comes back whenever I don't sleep for days, but doesn't write me notes anymore, just ruins my life and I can feel the sarcasm in every piece of my life I pick up.