Who am I?
Who am I? Am I really the same person a year ago? Are my perceptions changed about people? Don’t I look the world like other people use to see it? Who am I really? A student, a writer? I might. It’s kind of puzzling. Why I find my perceptions being changed for people whom I find very cool a year ago? Who am I when there is nobody to impress?
From my endless talk you might think, I am the most talkative person, or from my level of humor (which most of you don’t get) you might think my talks are very big. Or from my silence (those who don’t know me), you might think I am shy or the meanest or the coldest guy alive. I am none of those!!
Then who am I? Why am I even writing this? Am I writing this for me or for some other person, with hope, s/he will read this someday. Okay! I wrote for you and for me. I’m not writing this to exaggerate my feelings and I’m never been that sort of person. Am I really not seeing the forest for the trees?