who am I?
Look at me and tell me who I am. Why I am? what I am?
I don't know who I am.
The facade I put on each days gets harder to keep up.
Pretending to be someone I'm not... it isn't easy. I'm not
cool. I'm not special. I'm not the fun crazy girl I try to act like.
My entire personality is a collection of other people that have
streamed into and out of my life.
I'm not smart or funny.
I wish I was all of these things, but the truth is that I'm not all
that interesting. I am the boring medium trying to break through the
mold, but by doing so just further proving that I am the boring
medium ( because that is what all the people in the boring medium try
I need some sleep.