I know that you see this titled and think, wow…now that’s depressing, but in all honesty…I think I have failed. I have failed to develop into the “unique and beautiful snowflake” people say I am. It is all a fasade. Inside I am nothing but a scared little girl that pretends like she is smart and charming.
This has been dawning on me for a while, but today when I was wandering around the internet I came across a person’s blog and thought to myself…”Interesting, that is the person I should have been.” This girl wrote beautifully and intellegently. She included all sorts of references to the British authors that I so proudly lie that I know about. It was awake up call that everything I tell people about myself…is a joke.
I am constantly at war with myself. I am scared that I will be a lost and wandering soul for years to come with nothing to show for it. I want to be defined in some way…but seriously at this current moment in life…I have no definition of self.
I have failed.
