I am still trying to find who I am, I think. The face that I see when I look into the mirror is not mine. At least I don't think it is. For some reason, my name, my face, doesn't seem to be me. Any outward appearance that I have I reject as myself. I'm still trying to figure myself out. Maybe that is one of life's mysteries: finding yourself is one of the hardest things one must do.
~another musing of the ill-informed~
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