I am Dementia.
At the risk of rambling, I'll keep this short.
I like drawing, reading, and writing angsty freeverse about unrequited love.
I live somewhere. I have hair and eyes. I am a certain age, a certain height, a certain weight. What do the details matter in the long run?
I am Dementia.

And I swear I'm not this weird and angsty normally.