Dulled Musing of My Troubled Mind.

I keep thinking about who I am as a person. Who I should be, who I wanted to be, who I really am. Yet I never really got an answer to these troubling questions.

I mean, I’m supposed to be more than who I’ve been. I guess I live to disappoint. Right?

But then, my mind somehow always has an answer to the questions of who I’m not. I’m not beautiful, I’m not smart, I’m not interesting, I’m not funny, I’m not likable, I’m not sweet, I’m not talented, I’m not carefree, I’m not wise, I’m not rich, I’m not amusing, I’m not special, I’m not loved, I’m not happy, I’m not enough.

The list is endless.

I guess it’s easier to know who we’re not than to know who we are. No?