i suppose none of it matters, but at the same time, it matters so much. to know who one is. to know their morals, beliefs, personality. i was my own person for the longest time, until i wasn't. i discovered others and i wanted to be just like them. i admired it all. so i changed. i ripped myself apart and i changed. now left with nothing of myself, i sit here. alone, cold and scared. where do i go from here? how do i find myself? someone once told me that if i stop trying, i will just shine through everything. maybe i am myself and it's just the mind of society who throws these irrational ideas into my gullible brain. either way..where do i go from here?