i don't think i've truly accepted the fact that the people around me affect me so greatly. i am not me because of me; i am me because of my past and my present.

none of us are purely ourselves. we have our own opinions and our own way of seeing and wording things but we are all different pieces of different people put together.

maybe my thoughts are overwhelming me. maybe i'm looking too deep into things. all i know is that i don't really know me. i guess no one truly does.