Yes. Sometimes I thought I was a machine. But I don't think I really did, I think I just tried to because that would be simpler. But that was before. In the end it was different, he liked to talk. To tell me I was doing something good and important and I don't know why, when I wouldn't remember anyway. But part of me did so maybe they knew better. That's why I don't like you. You talk, and you're convincing. I have a broken brain, it's easy to convince of things. And you make her cry.
I can only imagine too. Can't remember.
I try to want new things that don't kill anyone or make me remember. Sometimes it helps.