I spend a lot of time up at random hours in the morning. One could even say I have a common case of Insomnia (2 out of 3 doctors agree). Sure, I do have medicine that could knock me out for 8 hours, but why do that when I could drive myself insane with lack of sleep?

I’ve recently stopped believing that I’m myself.

Yes,  I know how that sounds, but something in me dignifies the statement.

I can’t possibly be myself.

Who am I?

Would it be possible to find out who you are from what others think of you? From people who claim to know you?

Tonight, I’ve gathered that I’m a very articulate woman that shows initiative.

Dear God, I sound like a million other people.

Should that mean there’s nothing special about me?

Well, of course there is!

I just don’t know what it is… Yet.

 Is there a cut off date to finding yourself? Because I’m 22 and don’t want to miss that deadline. I figure there must be, since young people are so in a rush to grow old.

Things were so much simpler when I was a kid. Everything was handled for me and I didn’t have to worry about many of the harsh realities of life.

Life can be soo darn harsh.

I’ve changed pages about three times, and if you still followed, give yourself a nice warm cookie.

From me to you.