Who am I?
I look at myself and I am always unhappy and I realize that I've been unhappy for a long time. I can't remember being happy. 20 years of life and I don't feel like I've lived a second of it. I feel like I have jsut put myself on auto-pilot. I neglect freinds and I shut myself off,somehow over the years I've transformed into a machine. Idon't know who I am anymore. I feel boxed in. I want to flee. I want space. I want people around. When did I become like this,when did Ilose myself. When did I become such a bitch underneath everything I am just-a slab of cold granite. Of all the things I've accomplished I haven't been able to produce a soul. You can only walk around as a carbon-copy for so long,before you finally have nothing left.