font?

Sometimes.
I don't like myself very much.

I'm sure this is a very relatable attribute.

Though this fact doesn't reassure me in times like this.

Today I'm in the process of creating my reinvention.
It isn't so much clinical as it is an adventure into art, smoke and mirrors.

I will be here.
Living.
But pulling the puppet strings of another.
Someone I can use to represent MY ideas, without ME.

Until I can get used to the idea of me.

(I hope this is the same font. It doesn't seem the same as before hrm.)