I’m not really sure who I am. Maybe more interestingly, I’m not really sure why I care to know who I am. If it’s even possible. There is a sense of me, at times, I get from the world, but mostly not—mostly I am left somewhat wondering which way I am. Is it maybe because I imagined myself as a background character that I ended up like this? I sure hope I can become more of a person. Right now, I don’t know what. I maybe somewhat do feel like myself. I think maybe that is because I am writing.