I felt something terrible last night, like I wasn't a sentient human at all. I think my personality and self-identity are screwed. Perhaps I can't stand other people for long because they interfere with my own identity. I have no boundaries between internal and external. "My" brain is just a receiver/processor for "reality" with the illusion of self-determination. What is the point in this existence if that's all it is? Just that of a zombie or robot with memory.