Who am I?
This is always the question that pops into my head everytime I see my reflection in the mirror. The way I look at myself, I know that I am always lost. Lost in the black hole of my dark past. But I know that somehow I have made myself known to other persons.
For my parents, siblings and relatives, I might be the black sheep in the family. The only hope of my mother who became her major disappointment. The fulfillment of my parents’ ambitions who now became the end of their dreams.
For my friends, I am the companion who always seek their shoulders to cry on. The problematic person who always need someone to talk to… What a pity!
And for my lovers… I don’t know. And I don’t want to find out. I don’t have enough courage to know what they think of me.
So, it’s really up to you on who I am. Just keep my name, shiveringbluestar. The name that best suits me. A distant lonely person shivering at the coldness and cruelty of life.
