The Real World

Being in the real world and actually existing has proven a tough task for me. Yes, most of my memories involve living just like everyone else, but things are just different enough to throw me into a loop of confusion and muscle memory that never equates to action.
One of the things that really solidified the fact that I'm real is being human. So many of my memories overlap, but a constant was me being non-human.

As I kept experiencing life this way, I found more memories coming back to me in a phenomenon I really can't explain.

One of these experiences was walking into a closet... And having it actually be a closet; no Dark World, no office to meet Vanitas in, no strange room to unlock the secret of the Killing Game. It's so strange.

But, as years have gone by, I've gotten used to it. Sometimes I find myself still knowing how to ACT, or where exactly to bite someone for the best blood, or even feeling like I should've been repaired by now. I hope I stop this soon.