I'm your average run of the kiln weird girl, a slightly manic depressive pixie dreamboat, a Tamagochi breeder, a piece of mind seeker, and also a pretty snowflake.
But in fact, at every instant you are actually in the process of recalling who you were a second ago and becoming yourself again the next second. In each moment your emotions reinterpret you, invent you anew, move you forward-remember, they are your time machine. Despair is different. That self that has no possibility is in despair. It cannot move. It cannot reinvent itself. It sinks into death.