My brain is so sexy, she reminded me of my schedules, she kept on moving for me.
She kept me alive actually.
She’s like Alexa, she’s reminding me to drink my water, to dance and to exercise.
My brain is a smart brain. It so cool, it’s so blessed. It’s alive and it’s kicking.
My brain is my personal psychiatrist.
It can download advises so quickly.
It’s providing me lots of options until I will finally decide.
Like for example, I want to sleep but I haven’t decided yet, so she keeps keeping me awake with anything nothing specific, until I decide to sleep, then I will fall asleep.
Transformers 