I miss writing. I miss being me. It seems like everything I think and say recently is a lyric from a song. I feel like I'm losing myself. I'm becoming engrossed with the work that I do to make a living and I feel like I'm losing the work that I do because I care about it. I think maybe I had identified myself by it, but now I feel like it's not really mine anymore. I guess it never was.

As my false identities continue to be taken away, I'm faced once again with that timeless question: Who am I?