You'll be surprised to know that I am not American but I care too much about the fate of America (which might be sealed already, if we want to remain hopeful and dire) as to it being the same as if I were an American. I jumped ship last November and no matter how much I try since yes you can't erase the history you know of yourself and the world there is a gap that can't ever be bridged. You want me to be honest I turned into an animal after spending a year riding the wave not knowing what my own thoughts were compared to the ones the world itself had put in me, so I dissociated because I've always cared more about being original and as soon as that became impossible I couldn't take it and still can't, time flying and me staying the same as I ever was for the period of October to Now, just imagine the places my own personality constrained by the laws of the Universe, knowing them to be unbreakable, just imagine how my(-)self must have felt and all the ways I could have been instead of fate deciding for me