Identity is such a persistent yet fragile thing. People will remember you for years for something you said or did, even if it was uncharacteristic of you, while never really knowing who you really are. Some days, you don't even know yourself. You try to create your identity for fear someone else will do it for you, but it seems an impossible task sometimes. I want to be remembered for the things I did, yet I want people to forget some of those things; you can't have it both ways. And I want to know what people think of me, who they think I am, but at the same time, I don't want to know, because I have a tendency to re-shape myself into who they think I am supposed to be, and it never works.