I feel like a piece of silly putty. Have you ever seen how far those things stretch? Once we got one to go over my kitchen table and then some, but that has nothing to do with this. I have a lot of people in my life, and they all expect to see a different person when they look at me. When my family looks at me, they want to see their bright, wacky daughter who wears weird clothes with her weird friends. When my friends see me, they expect to see a creative, philisophical person. For every place and person it's different, all different aspects of who i can be. But how far can one person stretch out their personality? If i go too far i'll break, but if i don't reach all the corners of the table, the dust covers them. If i keep it up, i may slip and be the wrong person at the wrong time. In that case, i have to go back to being blank. Because that's who i really am: no one. I have no likes but the ones installed in me and no ideas or feelings of my own. If i go back to that, then i guess we start again, don't we?