Who is she, you may ask but she will never tell. Over the goddamn years of her life she has yet to discover who she was, who she is, and who she will become. A life full of regret, death, and lies. Her life. People loving all around her, but never her. She has people that she calls friends but nobody to talk to. Nobody to confide in. Nobody. She is alone. Always wasting away in bad relationships, attempting to create a love that was never there to start with. Trying to love with a wasted heart that was never whole. She wants to start her life over, go somewhere where nobody knows her name. And then what will she become? She doesn't even know what her own dream is. She is lost, confused, but an artist. The foundation of her being, the one true place she can call home. SHE IS AN ARTIST.

And she...is me.