Some of us are, at least. Who are you? Do you even know who you are? Are you just like people see you? Or are you someone completely different?? Do people become who we think they are? Or are they that person from the start?
Can one person ask that many questions?
See, we all wear different hats. Ive got a shitload of em. A shitload. Im every woman. But Im not Jayne, I dont even know why im friends with her. But I am this princess. And that princess. But I wonder how other people see me? And if anyone mentions the word intoxicating here I will become very very intoxicated. Do other people see me as who I really am, or do they see me as who they want me to be? And am I that person anyway??
Who am I?
Thought for the day....Its wet. Its Raining. Men. Hallelujah, its raining men. NO, its actually raining wet stuff from the sky, number one son asked me what it was.
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