My name is Sari.
Its like "Scary" but without the "kuh".

I spend most days in utter amazement that I've made it this far with two evil, plotting parts to my brain. These two halves are constantly at war, whether it be with themselves, each other, or me. I do not own the space in my skull, it seems.
They do.

...loft for rent anyone?

Saturday

How many??

I was driving home and realized I was speeding- so OUTLOUD, I said "Whoa, slow down... I'm ready to be home too."

TOO??? Who the crap else was I talking to?!?!

I think the left side was talking to the right side or something. That was really weird. I actually said "...what the heck? TOO? How many of me are there?" Thankfully, no one answered.
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