black&gold.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the things I want to live for. Between those two answers you can determine the identity of any person.”
-Thomas Mertin, The Man In The Sycamore Tree

It’s been days since I came round. I’ve been told of where I (used to) live, what I “liked” to eat, or even how I was like but if it wasn’t for them, would I even come to know of such things? I ask myself, what am I living for, or what is keeping me from living fully for the things I want to live for. And it pains me to realize I don’t even know myself. Every time I look into the mirror, and see a pair of unfamiliar eyes staring back at me, I wonder to myself, is this really me? Who and what kind of person she was? Who am I?

They are my families, my friends. Well, at least, that’s what they say. I see and feel the love and care they have for me, but it pains me to know I can never return them. I’m sorry.. but I’m sure, the girl you all once knew, really loved all of you.. yes, I’m sure.. I’m sure..