Everyday I wake up a new person.
I’m shaped by the previous day’s interactions and events, thoughts and ideas.
It’s exasperating when people tell you to be yourself, but you’re a different person everyday.
It’s tiring trying to make someone understand that they don’t know you anymore than they know themselves.
I’m very aware, and still ignorant.
Only fools figures themselves wise, and the wise know themselves to be fools.
I don’t know…
I’ve been awake too long and drank too much coffee and felt too many feelings and thought too many thoughts.
I can’t even find solace in words.