I wasn't supposed to be me.

I was born wrong. I was born as the wrong person.

Who I am is false. It could never be true. My entire life, I knew.

I'm not ME. I'm supposed to SOMEONE ELSE.

A different body, even a different BRAIN. Different ideas, different everything. As I am, I am not merely broken; I am an off-by-one error in the database of the human population.

If there was one question I ask myself every day, it's "Why am I myself, and not someone else?" Have you ever thought this? Then maybe this happened to you too.

It could have happened to anyone. To be born, to live, to realize you are not you, but instead, you are the wrong person. This isn't a matter of free will or choices you make. This isn't trying to escape from a dark, nightmarish reality of your own life and mortality, with the only escape to slip into insanity and imagine you were to be someone else.

No, this is actually how it is.

There's no way to prove this, but imagine this: When you look in the mirror, what do you see? You.

I see someone else.

Me.

But I'm not the one in the mirror.