I ALWAYS FEEL AS IF I’M STRUGGLING TO BECOME SOMEONE ELSE. AS IF I’M TRYING TO FIND A NEW PLACE, GRAB HOLD OF A NEW LIFE, A NEW PERSONALITY. I SUPPOSE IT’S PART OF GROWING UP, YET IT’S ALSO AN ATTEMPT TO RE-INVENT MYSELF. BY BECOMING A DIFFERENT ME, I COULD FREE MYSELF OF EVERYTHING…

BUT I ALWAYS HIT A DEAD END. NO MATTER WHERE I GO, I STILL END UP ME. WHAT’S MISSING NEVER CHANGES. THE SCENERY MAY CHANGE, BUT I’M STILL THE SAME OLD INCOMPLETE PERSON. THE SAME MISSING ELEMENTS TORTURE ME WITH A HUNGER THAT I CAN NEVER SATISFY. I THINK THAT LACK ITSELF IS AS CLOSE AS I’LL COME TO DEFINING MYSELF.