I have...no idea who I am. All my likes and dislikes. The kind of person I was, the things I've done, the people I knew, who loved me, who hated me, my dreams, hobbies, what I believed in, and what I'm willing to die for, if anything, my place in the world. I don't know where home is, and how that shaped me.
[she pauses a moment.]
Sometimes a name is just a name, and that's fine, I accept that gratefully, too, but when people think about them--think about me--it makes me feel like...I can know myself a little more through their eyes, you know?
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I have...no idea who I am. All my likes and dislikes. The kind of person I was, the things I've done, the people I knew, who loved me, who hated me, my dreams, hobbies, what I believed in, and what I'm willing to die for, if anything, my place in the world. I don't know where home is, and how that shaped me.
[she pauses a moment.]
Sometimes a name is just a name, and that's fine, I accept that gratefully, too, but when people think about them--think about me--it makes me feel like...I can know myself a little more through their eyes, you know?