Somehow, no matter where I go, I feel small. I feel I'm just an existence that's not supposed to be there at all. It feels like, I'm only there to fill up that small gap or silhouette of something almost insignificant, and that even with me vanishing, nobody will take note of, or care about.

A shadow huh..

Somehow, it feels like my blog's slowly becoming a place for my inner monologue to surface. As if I haven't had this before. I have inner monologuing all the time. Blah (Which is kinda why sometimes my posts looks contradicting)

Have I achieved what I wanted? Everyone don't seem to know what kind of person I am. Isn't this what I've always wanted?

Am I having an identity crisis? Am I questioning my very identity? What do I want? What am I aiming for?

Why am I so powerless? Why? Why? Why?

I seek the answers of many questions, questions that I seem to be unable to attain an answer from.

Sometimes, I just feel that I'm in a place where I shouldn't be.