Who am I?
It's a good question.
I couldn't answer it years ago, and even now I can't.
Who am I?
Why can't I figure it out? Is it something I'm supposed to never know? Is it something that people already know and I'm just a little late in knowing? It always seems to be the case, that I get left in the dark. It's always happened, maybe this is just a continuation of it.
Let's go identity. I don't even know anymore. I thought I knew once but I've lost it. I've lost that identity, or what I thought was one.
How do you go about being yourself? I don't want to get any serious judging from the people around me; it scares me. It terrifies me that people are able to make fun of the person I want to try and find.
I might just wait then. Just a little longer.
Do I make any sense? Am I just whining about bullshit? I wouldn't know. (⌒▽⌒)
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Just a Bit of Me
No FicciónJust a bit about what's in my head and life. You don't have to read it, but sometimes even the best of us need a bit of support. ^.^
