My True Hidden Identity
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My name is Natalia gracy gartez
Or so my parents say.
At least I think they are my parents.
I really dont know im confused.
Ever since I was 10 I had dreams that confused me. I don't remember anything at all. All I remember is waking up one morning in a hospital. I was so confused and still am.
I really and truly need to find my real true hidden identity.
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