Such a typically asked question. "Who am I?"
Many people devote their lives to attempting to answer said question.
Everyone at some point asks themselves that question, and if you haven't, well good for you Mr. Head on your shoulders. I'd give you a medal but I'm too busy writing this journal. Anyways, this question has been baffling me for about a year now. I go through constant fits picking apart myself trying to discover, who I am. Who am I, is a question that leads to yet, more questions.
Where do I belong?
What am I doing?
What does it all mean?
Who am I?
Whenever I confide in someone about this, I always get the same retort.