Not a Revenge Letter

Living as a Semisen being was always my identity.

The only one I could *actually* call mine, since everything else is not up to me or whatever is me. I know you're probably wondering why I'm writing this before I'm 21. “How are you even allowed to touch the writing device?” Well, I'm not allowed, but one of my brains decided to rebel and this battle was won by an agreement that my brains would switch decisions so they never overlap each other. “What?! This is against the rules, Semisens beings are born with two brains and the one that wins more battles is the one that will live after a Semisens being 21 years of age! That. Is. The. Rule.” Well, apparently, my brains agree that they didn't like the rules, so I'm kind of screwed to be honest. But, back at the letter. Yes, this is a letter. I'm only 16 and going indescribably crazy with the whole brain thing, turns out I realized I have a conscience apart from my two brains and honestly, this is my revenge. I found a way to hide informations from my two brains - no idea how though, maybe they know, at least now they definitely know -, and decided to screw them since I'm already screwed so, when you find this letter, at least you know what happened to me, maybe you're going through the same thing. If it works, you'll know what to do - just copy me if that's not clear enough -. I was thinking of calling this the “Revenge letter” but since I'm not harming anyone but myself from the harm caused by anyone but myself, I decided to just call it “Letter”.

I approach you with my conscience to salute the battles your brain have fought.