I Love You. Shudder.

i was reading a book about the fifth dimension, i believe, or the sixth dimension. If you could move through these dimensions a, you some people woud look like you disappeared. But if you could do that, it would be as normal as taking an elevator. There's a piece of you in an alternate dimension that you're not willing to see. And that's what fucking you up. This is the unacknowledged quality of your identity.