I suppose there comes a time in everyone's life when they have to ask themselves that life-or-death important question: Who am I?
To be completely honest with myself, and everyone else, I have no idea anymore. I don't even know how to define myself anymore. I'm so lost... I need my identity.
But what is my identity?
I wish I could answer that question. I wish I could wake up one morning and just know, who it is I am, what I like, what I want to do with myself, and all of that.
I hate getting into this kind of mood. It happens whenever someone doubts me. Whenever someone says something like, "stop trying to be something you're not."
Those kind of statements really bother me. It makes me really mad to think that people think I'm pretending to be something I'm not, when I don't even really know who I am in the first place. It would be too hard to pretend. I guess the one thing I've ever pretended to be was happy... And I haven't had to worry about that too much, lately, since I've been happy.
My main question is, what does it mean when you tell someone to stop pretending to be something you're not? I've never said I'm anything I'm not. I guess if I were to come on here and really pretend, I would probably pretend to be 5'11, 135 pounds with double D breasts. And I would live in Naples Florida, and I would be a successful journalist, or something.
I wouldn't be what I'm writing now.
God!!!! I hate doubting myself! It's ridiculous. I guess I just want people to like me for who I am, or at least get to know me before disliking me, and if they do dislike me, then have a reasonable reason, something I can deal with, like the fact that I'm Native American, or something.
Well, I don't know if I could deal with that, either. I don't know a hell of a lot of anything, except that I DON'T want to be here right now, I DON'T want to be who I am, but I have no choice! I didn't choose this lot in life. If I had my choice, I'd be anywhere but here. But there it is, I'm still here. I'm still Indian Anne, that same girl I used to be ages ago who would have died to change herself... I would give anything to take back the things that happened in the past, I would fucking give my LIFE, my existence, to change it all. I could write a multitude of bloggers full of things I would change. The important thing here is, I can't change it, and believe me you don't have to remind me of that, because I know it. Every damn day I know it. There isn't a moment where I feel the cold, harsh pain of knowing it's in the past, forever, no matter what.
And no matter how aloofly I refer to it, it still affects me so deeply, in every way shape and form... It all made me who I am, and it's great if some people can get through it, go on with their every day life without remembering, knowing... But I can't. And I don't know if I ever want to, anyway.