im trying to find who i am. or who i was, if i was ever someone. i used to have penpals when i was more free with giving out my thoughts. i always felt like i put a little bit of myself into each letter and handed it to a stranger to observe. see, this is how my mind works, this is what i think about when i cant sleep, this is what i feel when there is nothing left to feel, this is who i am. this is the essence of my being, do you see it? do you see me now? its funny how i always wanted people to know me, to understand me and yet my biggest fear was being known. i guess some things dont change