Sometimes, just sometimes, I'm positively sure of who I am, what's going on in my life and how I'm going to proceed.
Though people say that as you grow older, you mature and become more confident of your identity and where you stand.
I find that as time passes, I get more and more confused with the person I really am and the person I've become.
Perhaps there is no real me. Cause nurture trumps nature.
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join the confused. =P only through conflict will there be a resolution. the cycle keeps things interesting.
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