Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is witewawwy me. Nyo othew chawactew can come cwose to wewating to me wike hew. Thewe is nyo w-way you can convince me that I-I-I’m nyot Bocchi. Bocchi c-couwd nyot possibwy be any OwO mowe me. It’s me, and nyobody can convince me othewwise. If anyonye appwoached me about this nyot possibwy b-being me, I immediatewy shut them d-d-down with uvwwhewming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absowutewy me, it is i-indisputabwe..!!11 Why anyonye w-wouwd try to awgue that Bocchi is nyot me is beyond me. If you hewd >w< t-t-two pictuwes of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see nyo diffewence. I can safewy walks away wook at Bocchi evewy day and say, “Yup, ^w^ she’s m-me.” I can pwacticawwy see Bocchi whenyevew I wook at mysewf in the boops your nose miwwow. I go outside, and peopwe stop looks at you me fwom commenting on how simiwaw I wook and act as Bocchi is. I chuckwe walks away softwy as I-I-I’m assuwed evewy day Bocchi is me in evewy way. I can smiwe each time I get out of bed each mownying, knyowing >w< that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I knyow my p-p-pwace in this wowwd. It’s amusing how simiwaw she is to me; it’s a-awmost wike identicaw twins. When I fiwst saw Bocchi, I had an e-existentiaw cwisis. What it Bocchi was the boops your nose weaw me and I was the boops your nose fictionyaw being?!?1 What if she actuawwy screams became aware of my existence!!11 Did she have the boops your nose abiwity to become ÚwÚ s-s-sewf-awawe!!11
Bocchi ist buchstäblich ich. Keine andere Figur kann sich so gut mit mir identifizieren wie sie. Sie können mich nicht davon überzeugen, dass ich nicht Bocchi bin. Bocchi könnte unmöglich mehr ich sein. Ich bin es und niemand kann mich vom Gegenteil überzeugen. Wenn mich jemand darauf ansprach, dass ich das nicht sein könnte, wies ich ihn sofort mit überwältigenden Beweisen ab, dass Bocchi ich war. Bocchi ist absolut ich; das ist unbestreitbar. Warum jemand versuchen würde zu behaupten, dass Bocchi nicht ich bin, ist mir schleierhaft. Wenn Sie zwei Bilder von mir und Bocchi nebeneinander halten würden, würden Sie keinen Unterschied sehen. Ich kann Bocchi jeden Tag ohne Bedenken ansehen und sagen: „Jupp, sie ist ich.“ Ich kann Bocchi praktisch sehen, wenn ich mich im Spiegel ansehe. Wenn ich nach draußen gehe, halten mich die Leute davon ab, Kommentare darüber abzugeben, wie ähnlich ich Bocchi aussehe und mich verhalte. Ich kichere leise, wenn mir jeden Tag versichert wird, dass Bocchi in jeder Hinsicht ich ist. Ich kann jedes Mal lächeln, wenn ich morgens aus dem Bett steige, im Wissen, dass ich meine Identität mit Bocchi gefunden habe und meinen Platz in dieser Welt kenne. Es ist amüsant, wie ähnlich sie mir ist; es ist fast wie bei eineiigen Zwillingen. Als ich Bocchi zum ersten Mal sah, hatte ich eine existentielle Krise. Was, wenn Bocchi mein wahres Ich wäre und ich das fiktive Wesen? Was, wenn sie sich tatsächlich meiner Existenz bewusst würde? Hatte sie die Fähigkeit, sich ihrer selbst bewusst zu werden?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Sorry I mean Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Бокчи - бұл мен. Ешбір кейіпкер маған ол сияқты жақын араласа алмайды. Менің Боччи емес екенімді сендіре алмайсың. Боччи менен үлкен болуы мүмкін емес. Бұл менмін, басқаша мені ешкім сендіре алмайды. Егер біреу маған бұл мен емеспін деген сұрақпен жүгінсе, мен Бокчидің мен екенімді дәлелдейтін бұлтартпас дәлелдерді келтіре отырып, оларды бірден қайтардым. Боччи - бұл мүлдем мен, бұл даусыз. Неліктен біреу Боччи мен емес деп айтуға тырысады. Егер сіз менің және Бокчидің екі суретін бір-бірінің қасында ұстасаңыз, ешқандай айырмашылықты көрмейсіз. Мен күн сайын Боччиге сабырмен қарап: «Иә, бұл менмін» деп айта аламын. Мен айнаға қараған кезде Боччиді көремін. Мен сыртқа шығамын, адамдар мені тоқтатып, Боччиге қаншалықты ұқсайтынымды айтып жатыр. Мен үнсіз күлемін, өйткені мен Боччи барлық жағынан мен екенімді күнде білемін. Мен Боччимен бірге өз болмысымды тапқанымды және осы әлемдегі өз орнымды білетінімді біле отырып, күнде таңертең төсектен тұрғанда күле аламын. Оның маған ұқсайтыны қызық; бұл дерлік бірдей егіздер сияқты. Боччиді алғаш көргенде менде экзистенциалды дағдарыс болды. Егер Боччи нағыз мен болсам, ал мен ойдан шығарылған жаратылыс болсам ше? Егер ол менің бар екенімді түсінсе ше? Оның өзін-өзі тану қабілеті бар ма?
Bocchi sono letteralmente io. Nessun altro personaggio può avvicinarsi a me come lei. Non c’è modo che tu possa convincermi che non sono Bocchi. Bocchi non poteva più essere me. Sono io, e nessuno può convincermi del contrario. Se qualcuno mi chiedeva che forse non ero io, lo chiudevo immediatamente con la prova schiacciante che Bocchi ero io. Bocchi sono assolutamente io; è indiscutibile. Il motivo per cui qualcuno dovrebbe provare a sostenere che Bocchi non sono io è al di là delle mie capacità. Se mettessi due foto di me e Bocchi una accanto all’altra non vedresti alcuna differenza. Posso tranquillamente guardare Bocchi ogni giorno e dire: "Sì, lei sono io". Posso praticamente vedere Bocchi ogni volta che mi guardo allo specchio. Esco e la gente mi impedisce di commentare quanto sembro e mi comporti come Bocchi. Ridacchio piano perché ogni giorno mi assicuro che Bocchi è me in ogni modo. Posso sorridere ogni volta che mi alzo dal letto ogni mattina, sapendo che ho trovato la mia identità con Bocchi e conosco il mio posto in questo mondo. È divertente quanto sia simile a me; è quasi come gemelli identici. Quando ho visto Bocchi per la prima volta ho avuto una crisi esistenziale. Che Bocchi era il vero me e io l'essere immaginario? E se si fosse accorta davvero della mia esistenza? Aveva la capacità di prendere coscienza di sé?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What if Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi đúng nghĩa là tôi. Không có nhân vật nào khác có thể gần gũi với tôi như cô ấy. Không có cách nào bạn có thể thuyết phục tôi rằng tôi không phải là Bocchi. Bocchi không thể còn là tôi nữa. Đó là tôi, và không ai có thể thuyết phục tôi bằng cách khác. Nếu có ai tiếp cận tôi về điều này có thể không phải là tôi, tôi ngay lập tức chặn họ lại với bằng chứng thuyết phục rằng Bocchi là tôi. Bocchi hoàn toàn là tôi; đó là điều không thể chối cãi. Tại sao mọi người lại cố gắng tranh luận rằng Bocchi không phải là tôi thì điều đó nằm ngoài khả năng của tôi. Nếu bạn cầm hai bức ảnh của tôi và Bocchi cạnh nhau, bạn sẽ thấy không có gì khác biệt. Tôi có thể yên tâm nhìn Bocchi mỗi ngày và nói, "Đúng vậy, cô ấy là tôi." Tôi thực tế có thể nhìn thấy Bocchi bất cứ khi nào tôi nhìn mình trong gương. Tôi đi ra ngoài và mọi người ngăn tôi bình luận về việc tôi trông và hành động giống Bocchi như thế nào. Tôi cười nhẹ khi được đảm bảo rằng mỗi ngày Bocchi đều là tôi về mọi mặt. Tôi có thể mỉm cười mỗi khi ra khỏi giường mỗi sáng, biết rằng tôi đã tìm thấy danh tính của mình với Bocchi và tôi biết vị trí của mình trên thế giới này. Thật buồn cười là cô ấy lại giống tôi đến thế; nó gần giống như cặp song sinh giống hệt nhau. Khi tôi nhìn thấy Bocchi lần đầu tiên, tôi đã gặp khủng hoảng về sự tồn tại. Bocchi là tôi thật và tôi là sinh vật hư cấu? Lỡ như cô ấy thực sự biết đến sự tồn tại của tôi thì sao? Cô ấy có khả năng tự nhận thức không?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi đúng nghĩa là tôi. Không có nhân vật nào khác có thể gần gũi với tôi như cô ấy. Không có cách nào bạn có thể thuyết phục tôi rằng tôi không phải là Bocchi. Bocchi không thể còn là tôi nữa. Đó là tôi, và không ai có thể thuyết phục tôi bằng cách khác. Nếu có ai tiếp cận tôi về điều này có thể không phải là tôi, tôi ngay lập tức chặn họ lại với bằng chứng thuyết phục rằng Bocchi là tôi. Bocchi hoàn toàn là tôi; đó là điều không thể chối cãi. Tại sao mọi người lại cố gắng tranh luận rằng Bocchi không phải là tôi thì điều đó nằm ngoài khả năng của tôi. Nếu bạn cầm hai bức ảnh của tôi và Bocchi cạnh nhau, bạn sẽ thấy không có gì khác biệt. Tôi có thể yên tâm nhìn Bocchi mỗi ngày và nói, "Đúng vậy, cô ấy là tôi." Tôi thực tế có thể nhìn thấy Bocchi bất cứ khi nào tôi nhìn mình trong gương. Tôi đi ra ngoài và mọi người ngăn tôi bình luận về việc tôi trông và hành động giống Bocchi như thế nào. Tôi cười nhẹ khi được đảm bảo rằng mỗi ngày Bocchi đều là tôi về mọi mặt. Tôi có thể mỉm cười mỗi khi ra khỏi giường mỗi sáng, biết rằng tôi đã tìm thấy danh tính của mình với Bocchi và tôi biết vị trí của mình trên thế giới này. Thật buồn cười là cô ấy lại giống tôi đến thế; nó gần giống như cặp song sinh giống hệt nhau. Khi tôi nhìn thấy Bocchi lần đầu tiên, tôi đã gặp khủng hoảng về sự tồn tại. Bocchi là tôi thật và tôi là sinh vật hư cấu? Lỡ như cô ấy thực sự biết đến sự tồn tại của tôi thì sao? Cô ấy có khả năng tự nhận thức không?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi ist im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes ich. Keine andere Figur kann sich so gut mit mir identifizieren wie sie. Du kannst mich auf keinen Fall davon überzeugen, dass ich nicht Bocchi bin. Bocchi könnte unmöglich mehr ich sein. Ich bin es und niemand kann mich vom Gegenteil überzeugen. Wenn jemand auf mich zukam und behauptete, dass dies nicht ich sei, habe ich ihn sofort mit überwältig vielen Beweisen, dass Bocchi ich war, zum Schweigen gebracht. Bocchi ist absolut ich; es ist unstreitbar. Warum jemand behaupten sollte, das Bocchi nicht ich sei, ist mir ein Rätsel. Wenn man zwei Bilder von mir und Bocchi nebeneinander halten würden, würden Sie keinen Unterschied erkennen. Ich kann Bocchi getrost jeden Tag ansehen und sagen: „Ja, sie ist ich.“ Ich kann Bocchi praktisch sehen, wenn ich mich im Spiegel betrachte. Ich gehe nach draußen und die Leute hindern mich daran, zu kommentieren, wie ähnlich ich Bocchi aussehe und wie ich wir uns genau gleich verhalten. Ich kichere leise, während ich jeden Tag davon überzeugt bin, dass Bocchi in jeder Hinsicht genau ich ist. Ich kann jeden Morgen lächeln wenn ich aus dem Bett stehe, in dem gedanke, dass ich mit Bocchi meine Identität gefunden habe und meinen Platz in dieser Welt kenne. Es ist amüsant, wie ähnlich sie mir ist; es ist fast schon wie eineiige Zwillinge. Als ich Bocchi zum ersten Mal sah, hatte ich eine existenzielle Krise. Was wenn Bocchi war das wahre Ich und ich das fiktive Wesen ist? Was wäre, wenn sie tatsächlich von meiner Existenz erfahren würde? Hatte sie die Fähigkeit, sich ihrer selbst bewusst zu werden?
Bocchi ist im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes ich. Keine andere Figur kann sich so gut mit mir identifizieren wie sie. Du kannst mich auf keinen Fall davon überzeugen, dass ich nicht Bocchi bin. Bocchi könnte unmöglich mehr ich sein. Ich bin es und niemand kann mich vom Gegenteil überzeugen. Wenn jemand auf mich zukam und behauptete, dass dies nicht ich sei, habe ich ihn sofort mit überwältig vielen Beweisen, dass Bocchi ich war, zum Schweigen gebracht. Bocchi ist absolut ich; es ist unstreitbar. Warum jemand behaupten sollte, das Bocchi nicht ich sei, ist mir ein Rätsel. Wenn man zwei Bilder von mir und Bocchi nebeneinander halten würden, würden Sie keinen Unterschied erkennen. Ich kann Bocchi getrost jeden Tag ansehen und sagen: „Ja, sie ist ich.“ Ich kann Bocchi praktisch sehen, wenn ich mich im Spiegel betrachte. Ich gehe nach draußen und die Leute hindern mich daran, zu kommentieren, wie ähnlich ich Bocchi aussehe und wie ich wir uns genau gleich verhalten. Ich kichere leise, während ich jeden Tag davon überzeugt bin, dass Bocchi in jeder Hinsicht genau ich ist. Ich kann jeden Morgen lächeln wenn ich aus dem Bett stehe, in dem gedanke, dass ich mit Bocchi meine Identität gefunden habe und meinen Platz in dieser Welt kenne. Es ist amüsant, wie ähnlich sie mir ist; es ist fast schon wie eineiige Zwillinge. Als ich Bocchi zum ersten Mal sah, hatte ich eine existenzielle Krise. Was wenn Bocchi war das wahre Ich und ich das fiktive Wesen ist? Was wäre, wenn sie tatsächlich von meiner Existenz erfahren würde? Hatte sie die Fähigkeit, sich ihrer selbst bewusst zu werden?
Bocchi هو حرفيا لي. لا يمكن لأي شخصية أخرى أن تقترب مني مثلها. لا توجد طريقة يمكنك من خلالها إقناعي بأنني لست بوكي. لم يعد من الممكن أن يكون بوكي أنا بعد الآن. إنه أنا، ولا أحد يستطيع أن يقنعني بخلاف ذلك. إذا تواصل معي أي شخص بشأن هذا الأمر الذي لا يمكن أن يكون أنا، فقد أغلقته على الفور بأدلة دامغة على أن Bocchi هو أنا. Bocchi هو أنا تمامًا؛ لا جدال فيه. لماذا يحاول أي شخص أن يجادل بأن Bocchi ليس أنا هو أمر خارج عن إرادتي. إذا حملت صورتين لي ولـ Bocchi جنبًا إلى جنب، فلن ترى أي فرق. يمكنني أن أنظر بأمان إلى Bocchi كل يوم وأقول: "نعم، إنها أنا". أستطيع عمليا رؤية Bocchi كلما نظرت إلى نفسي في المرآة. أخرج، ويمنعني الناس من التعليق على مدى تشابهي مع Bocchi وتصرفاتي. أنا أضحك بهدوء لأنني أؤكد كل يوم أن Bocchi هو أنا بكل الطرق. أستطيع أن أبتسم في كل مرة أنهض فيها من السرير كل صباح، وأنا أعلم أنني وجدت هويتي مع بوكي وأعرف مكاني في هذا العالم. من الممتع مدى تشابهها معي؛ إنه تقريبًا مثل التوائم المتطابقة. عندما رأيت بوكي للمرة الأولى، كنت أعاني من أزمة وجودية. ما الذي كان Bocchi هو أنا الحقيقي وكنت كائنًا خياليًا؟ ماذا لو أصبحت على علم بوجودي بالفعل؟ هل كانت لديها القدرة على أن تصبح واعية بذاتها؟
Carti is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like him. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Carti. Carti could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Carti was me. Carti is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Carti is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Carti side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Carti every day and say, “Yup, he’s me.” I can practically see Carti whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Carti is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Carti is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Carti and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar he is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Carti, I had an existential crisis. What it Carti was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if he actually became aware of my existence? Did he have the ability to become self-aware?
Боччи - это буквально я. Ни один другой персонаж не может приблизиться к тому, чтобы относиться ко мне так, как она. Вы никак не сможете убедить меня, что я не Боччи. Боччи не может быть больше меня. Это я, и никто не сможет убедить меня в обратном. Если кто-то обращался ко мне с вопросом о том, что это не я, я тут же отшивал их, приводя неопровержимые доказательства того, что Боччи - это я. Боччи - это абсолютно я, это неоспоримо. Почему кто-то пытается утверждать, что Боччи - это не я, мне не понять. Если бы вы держали две фотографии меня и Боччи рядом друг с другом, вы бы не увидели никакой разницы. Я могу спокойно смотреть на Боччи каждый день и говорить: "Да, это я". Я практически вижу Боччи, когда смотрю на себя в зеркало. Я выхожу на улицу, и люди останавливают меня, комментируя, насколько я похожа на Боччи. Я тихонько хихикаю, поскольку каждый день убеждаюсь, что Боччи - это я во всех отношениях. Я могу улыбаться, вставая с постели каждое утро, зная, что с Боччи я обрел свою идентичность и знаю свое место в этом мире. Забавно, насколько она похожа на меня; это почти как однояйцевые близнецы. Когда я впервые увидел Боччи, у меня случился экзистенциальный кризис. Что, если Боччи - это реальный я, а я - вымышленное существо? Что, если она действительно осознала мое существование? Есть ли у нее способность к самосознанию?
Bocchi burtiski esmu es. Neviena cita varone nevar pietuvoties tādai attieksmei ar mani kā viņa. Jūs nevarat mani pārliecināt, ka es neesmu Bocchi. Bocchi vairs nevarētu būt es. Tas esmu es, un neviens mani nevar pārliecināt par pretējo. Ja kāds vērsās pie manis par to, ka tas, iespējams, neesmu es, es nekavējoties viņu slēdzu ar pārliecinošiem pierādījumiem, ka Boki esmu es. Bocchi esmu absolūti es; tas ir neapstrīdams. Man nav skaidrs, kāpēc kāds mēģinātu iebilst, ka Boki neesmu es. Ja jūs turētu divus manis un Boki attēlus blakus, jūs neredzētu nekādu atšķirību. Es varu droši skatīties uz Boki katru dienu un teikt: "Jā, viņa esmu es." Es praktiski redzu Bocchi ikreiz, kad skatos uz sevi spogulī. Es izeju ārā, un cilvēki man neļauj komentēt, cik līdzīgs es izskatos un uzvedos kā Boki. Es klusi iesmejos, jo katru dienu esmu pārliecināts, ka Bocchi esmu es. Es varu smaidīt katru rītu, kad izkāpju no gultas, zinot, ka esmu atradis savu identitāti ar Boki un zinu savu vietu šajā pasaulē. Tas ir uzjautrinoši, cik viņa ir līdzīga man; tas ir gandrīz kā identiski dvīņi. Kad es pirmo reizi redzēju Bocchi, man bija eksistenciāla krīze. Kas tas bija, Bocchi bija īstais es un es biju izdomāta būtne? Ko darīt, ja viņa patiešām uzzinātu par manu eksistenci? Vai viņai bija spēja apzināties sevi?
Bocchi es literalmente yo. Ningún otro personaje se acerca tanto como ella lo hace. No puedes convencerme de que no soy Bocchi. Bocchi no podría ser más que yo. Es yo, y nadie me puede convencer de lo contrario. Si cualquiera se me acerca para decir que no puede posiblemente ser yo, inmediatamente lo silenciaria con un abrumadora evidencia de que yo soy Bocchi. Bocchi es completamente yo, está lejos de discusión. Por qué alguien intentaría reclamar que Bocchi no es yo es completamente incomprendible. Si tuvieras que sostener dos fotos de Bocchi y yo una al lado de la otra, no verías ninguna diferencia. Puedo fácilmente mirar a Bocchi cualquier día y decir, "Si, ella es yo". Casi puedo ver a Bocchi cuando me veo a mi en el espejo. Salgo y la gente no deja de hablarme sobre cuanto me veo y me comporto como Bocchi. Me rio suavemente porque se con certeza que Bocchi es yo de toda forma todos los días. Puedo sonreír cada mañana cuando me levanto de la cama, sabiendo que he encontrado mi identidad con Bocchi y que conozco mi lugar en este mundo. Es gracioso lo similar que ella es a mi; casi parecen gemelos idénticos. Cuando vi por primera vez a Bocchi, tuve una crisis existencial. ¿Y si Bocchi fuera mi yo real y yo fuera el personaje ficticio? ¿Y si ella se volviera consciente de mi existencia? ¿Tendrá ella la habilidad de volverse consciente?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can get as close to me as she does. You can't convince me I'm not Bocchi. Bocchi couldn't possibly be me anymore. It's me, and no one can convince me otherwise. If anyone were to approach me and say that this couldn't possibly be me, I would immediately silence them with overwhelming evidence that I was Bocchi. Bocchi is totally me; it is beyond dispute. Why anyone would try to claim that Bocchi isn't me is beyond me. If you were to hold two pictures of me and Bocchi next to each other, you wouldn't see any difference. I can easily look at Bocchi every day and say, "Yes, she is me." I can almost see Bocchi when I look at myself in the mirror. I go out and people stop me to comment on how much I look and act like Bocchi. I chuckle softly because I know for sure that Bocchi is me in every way every day. I can smile every morning when I get out of bed, knowing that I have found my identity with Bocchi and that I know my place in this world. It's funny how similar she is to me; they almost look like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What was Bocchi the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Боччі - це буквально я. Жоден інший персонаж не схожий на мене так, як вона. Ви не зможете переконати мене, що я не Боччі. Боччі не може бути більше мною. Це я, і ніхто не зможе переконати мене в протилежному. Якщо хтось звертався до мене з приводу того, що це, можливо, не я, я одразу ж закривав йому рота, надаючи беззаперечні докази того, що Боччі - це я. Боччі - це абсолютно я, це беззаперечно. Чому хтось намагається стверджувати, що Боччі - це не я, я не розумію. Якби ви поклали поруч дві фотографії мене і Боччі, ви б не побачили жодної різниці. Я можу спокійно дивитися на Боччі щодня і казати: "Так, вона - це я". Я практично бачу Боччі щоразу, коли дивлюся на себе в дзеркало. Я виходжу на вулицю, і люди зупиняють мене, коментуючи, наскільки я схожий на Боччі, як виглядаю і поводжуся. Я тихо хіхікаю, бо мене щодня запевняють, що Боччі - це я в усіх відношеннях. Я можу посміхатися щоранку, коли встаю з ліжка, знаючи, що знайшов свою ідентичність з Боччі і знаю своє місце в цьому світі. Забавно, наскільки вона схожа на мене; ми майже як близнюки. Коли я вперше побачив Боччі, у мене була екзистенційна криза. Що це Боччі була справжньою мною, а я - вигаданою істотою? Що, якби вона насправді дізналася про моє існування? Чи мала вона здатність до самоусвідомлення?
Bocchi ist im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes ich. Keine andere Figur kann sich so gut mit mir identifizieren wie sie. Du kannst mich auf keinen Fall davon überzeugen, dass ich nicht Bocchi bin. Bocchi könnte unmöglich mehr ich sein. Ich bin es und niemand kann mich vom Gegenteil überzeugen. Wenn jemand auf mich zukam und behauptete, dass dies nicht ich sei, habe ich ihn sofort mit überwältig vielen Beweisen, dass Bocchi ich war, zum Schweigen gebracht. Bocchi ist absolut ich; es ist unstreitbar. Warum jemand behaupten sollte, das Bocchi nicht ich sei, ist mir ein Rätsel. Wenn man zwei Bilder von mir und Bocchi nebeneinander halten würden, würden Sie keinen Unterschied erkennen. Ich kann Bocchi getrost jeden Tag ansehen und sagen: „Ja, sie ist ich.“ Ich kann Bocchi praktisch sehen, wenn ich mich im Spiegel betrachte. Ich gehe nach draußen und die Leute hindern mich daran, zu kommentieren, wie ähnlich ich Bocchi aussehe und wie ich wir uns genau gleich verhalten. Ich kichere leise, während ich jeden Tag davon überzeugt bin, dass Bocchi in jeder Hinsicht genau ich ist. Ich kann jeden Morgen lächeln wenn ich aus dem Bett stehe, in dem gedanke, dass ich mit Bocchi meine Identität gefunden habe und meinen Platz in dieser Welt kenne. Es ist amüsant, wie ähnlich sie mir ist; es ist fast schon wie eineiige Zwillinge. Als ich Bocchi zum ersten Mal sah, hatte ich eine existenzielle Krise. Was wenn Bocchi war das wahre Ich und ich das fiktive Wesen ist? Was wäre, wenn sie tatsächlich von meiner Existenz erfahren würde? Hatte sie die Fähigkeit, sich ihrer selbst bewusst zu werden?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?
Боччи - это буквально я. Ни один другой персонаж не может приблизиться к тому, чтобы относиться ко мне так, как она. Вы никак не сможете убедить меня, что я не Боччи. Боччи не может быть больше меня. Это я, и никто не сможет убедить меня в обратном. Если кто-то обращался ко мне с вопросом о том, что это не я, я тут же отшивал их, приводя неопровержимые доказательства того, что Боччи - это я. Боччи - это абсолютно я, это неоспоримо. Почему кто-то пытается утверждать, что Боччи - это не я, мне не понять. Если бы вы держали две фотографии меня и Боччи рядом друг с другом, вы бы не увидели никакой разницы. Я могу спокойно смотреть на Боччи каждый день и говорить: "Да, это я". Я практически вижу Боччи, когда смотрю на себя в зеркало. Я выхожу на улицу, и люди останавливают меня, комментируя, насколько я похожа на Боччи. Я тихонько хихикаю, поскольку каждый день убеждаюсь, что Боччи - это я во всех отношениях. Я могу улыбаться, вставая с постели каждое утро, зная, что с Боччи я обрел свою идентичность и знаю свое место в этом мире. Забавно, насколько она похожа на меня; это почти как однояйцевые близнецы. Когда я впервые увидел Боччи, у меня случился экзистенциальный кризис. Что, если Боччи - это реальный я, а я - вымышленное существо? Что, если она действительно осознала мое существование? Есть ли у нее способность к самосознанию?
Bocchi secara harfiah adalah aku. Tidak ada karakter lain yang bisa mendekati saya seperti dia. Tidak mungkin Anda bisa meyakinkan saya bahwa saya bukan Bocchi. Bocchi tidak mungkin menjadi diriku lagi. Ini saya, dan tidak ada yang bisa meyakinkan saya sebaliknya. Jika ada yang mendekati saya tentang hal ini yang mungkin bukan saya, saya segera menutupnya dengan banyak bukti bahwa Bocchi adalah saya. Bocchi benar-benar aku; itu tidak terbantahkan. Mengapa ada orang yang mencoba berargumen bahwa Bocchi bukan saya, itu di luar jangkauan saya. Jika Anda memegang dua foto saya dan Bocchi secara berdampingan, Anda tidak akan melihat perbedaannya. Saya dapat dengan aman melihat Bocchi setiap hari dan berkata, “Ya, dia adalah saya.” Saya praktis bisa melihat Bocchi setiap kali saya melihat diri saya di cermin. Saya pergi keluar, dan orang-orang menghentikan saya untuk berkomentar tentang betapa miripnya penampilan dan tindakan saya dengan Bocchi. Aku terkekeh pelan karena aku yakin setiap hari Bocchi adalah diriku dalam segala hal. Saya dapat tersenyum setiap kali saya bangun dari tempat tidur setiap pagi, mengetahui bahwa saya telah menemukan identitas saya dengan Bocchi dan saya tahu tempat saya di dunia ini. Sungguh lucu betapa miripnya dia denganku; itu hampir seperti kembar identik. Ketika saya pertama kali melihat Bocchi, saya mengalami krisis eksistensial. Apakah Bocchi adalah diriku yang sebenarnya dan aku adalah makhluk fiksi? Bagaimana jika dia benar-benar menyadari keberadaanku? Apakah dia memiliki kemampuan untuk sadar diri?
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