A Collection of Randomness

Identity

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

I have no fucking clue. 

I like to think I want to be a writer because it allows me to share my ideas with the world.

But that's not entirely true.

I want to be a writer because I can be all of my characters.

I can imagine I'm the amazing kickass female heroine.

I can think I'm the shy teenage boy.

I can live through their eyes.

It allows me to be more than just the person whose skin I'm trapped in daily.

It allows me to create a whole different life for myself. 

Maybe that's a selfish reason. 

I don't know. 

I just want to figure out a way I can live with myself, in this skin, for the rest of my life. 

I just want to feel like I belong somewhere.

Identity has been an issue for me my whole life.

I have no idea who my parents are. 

I have no idea if they're even alive.

I have no fucking clue if I have any biological siblings. 

I have no idea who I belong with.

And I'm probably never going to know. 

I just have to accept that I was given this life. 

And hope that I'll be able to finish the puzzle before I'm gone. 

Hope that I'll be able to figure out who I am. 

Hope that one day, I'll wake up and feel like me.