Thinking About Who I Am Is Weird

Sometimes I thik I'm just words, strung into a person, or a piece of an ecosystem, biology at work. Sometimes I think I'm just cells glued together by who-knows-what. Sometimes I think about myself as everything you and him and her are. Sometimes, though, I think I'm special, and amazing, and something different. But everyone thinks they're different, and I never know if I'm more different than other people are different. And every once in a while, I just know. But I can never really draw the line between who I am and who I pretend to be.