Who are you now?

Distorted by a million different views, each more critical than the next, and yet still not as critical as myself. How strange.



I like to think that she scarred me forever. That she messed me up and that's why I'm the way I am. I forget that other people have contributed to the person that I am today. I forget that I reacted on her and so it was my decision just as much. But I feel like my approach to everything now is staggered with her ideas, as old and outdated and incurrent in her mind as they may be. I want to be myself, not a mix of others. I feel more myself now than ever but at the same time not at all. I'm in a terrible state of confusion.