Crap title, I know. Really though, I wonder, who am I? You will go through this phase a billion of times in life and I do hope you realize that this is considered exaggeration but basically is sort of valid.
Have you ever had those moments where you look at yourself in the mirror or you sit back and stare at nothing and then go deep in thought about how you feel lost? You see who you are from recalling what has happened and how you respond to things, and you think, why? Why did I do this? Who am I? What happened to me?
I feel lost. I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.
Changes are completely natural and everyone will go through it. I believe that I went through changes but I find it to be overwhelming. It all happened to sudden, all happened too fast that I can’t even process it.
I remembered I was just a kid, too young to be in high school and then all of the sudden I’m this girl, this girl in University. I remembered times when I had to pre-university, and my whole life was pathetic. What happened? What changed?
There are so many things going on in my head right now. When I am deep in thought I would play with my lips, and Lord knows my lip is bleeding right now. That’s how deep in thought I am.
Why do I feel alone all the time? Why do I develop crushes? Why do I get so influenced by a girl in my class? Why am I dressed this way now? Why do I do all of the stuff that I do right now? I’m confused. Why am I stupid? Why am I lazy now? Why do I get jealous so easily? Why do I pretend to be happy when I know I don’t want to be? Why to everything.
I question everything.
Totally irrelevant but I believe in questioning things and I don’t think religion teach that. I think religion can be wonderful and beautiful but also to blame for lots of wars and the death of too many people. Even something so simple as being gay. Preaching love at the same time being hypocritical, it’s bullshit.
Why do I feel sad that I don’t know who I am? Who am I?
Life is so enchantingly beautiful but at the same time devious and it can mysteriously make you suffer.
Why did I stop writing? What happened to me? Why did I change? I’m so confused.
Life is currently confusing me.
I can’t even write anymore.