Day 145

I am the greatest actress the world has ever known. I really lose myself in it – I’m so good, I don’t even know who I am anymore.
There’s a work me, a big sister me, a disappointing daughter me. There’s the miscellaneous friend me, the I-don’t-return-phone-calls me, a humorous me. There’s a sleep deprived me, a responsible me, a night out on the town me.
Then I guess there’s the me that’s on the inside, but is that even me anymore? I’ve lied to myself for so long, it’s almost unrecognizable in here.
How am I supposed to know who I am when I’m always trying to hide behind somebody else’s interpretation?