At times,I am happy and cheery. Then I am angry and hateful. My father has been always teasing me, saying that I am a girl with PMS (What ever that is. I never heard of it before. another reason why I am always angry. I never heard of certain things. Being cut off from the world). My old self is gone and I don't know who I am anymore. Who am I becoming. The question seems out of place but, I want to know is, Who is the real me: The loving person who writes stories (Never published one yet) or the guy who doesn't love anything or anyone. Not even himself.
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