The sane person I should have been looks just like me. Average height,
brown hair, green eyes--just the same.

The sane person I should have been has a lot of practical skills. She can be
charming, flirt, and be an all-around nice girl.

The sane person I should have been remembers to say nice things like
"Please!" and "Thanks you." instead of absent-mindedly just grabbing
what she needed because she was arguing with her alter-egos about the
cryogenic capabilities of thiotilomine.

The sane person I should have been has a very normal teenage life. She
goes out on dates, has a lot of friends, and a social life.

But hey-who cares! Being insane means I never lack for company.
Right, Ginny? Yeah, sure, whatever Ginny.