truth is i don't know who i am. just when i think i may have it figured out, the world turns upside down, inside out, and backwards. i attempt to be real, i attempt to be honest. most of the time i find myself lost... within my head, within a theory, within a very loose grip on reality.
i usually have one foot in the gutter and the other in the clouds. i'm ecclectic and diverse, but i still find myself to be fairly normal.