Welcome back dear reader, it's been four hours, eight minutes and thirteen seconds. Last time I told you about the many "mes" there are, but I think I've come to terms with it, in that they're not splinters of my mind, they're a collective unit, working together to keep me alive, to keep me sane, to make me dare to dream. The many "mes" are what you'd call a coping mechanism for a child who was left to wonder, who realized from an early age that mom and dad didn't have all the answers, the pa...