Me? When will I ever know, I pass day by day, enraged, confused, with a curiosity to find a future. To find my self once again, or did I ever find my self.Is my soul caught in a system that repeats its self day after day. I feel like I'm being suffocated even though I can feel the breeze on my face. Trying to put a puzzle together, my #life, but still can't find every piece. I can't get a grip of my self and every way I turn does nothing but bores me. I'm not perfect, I'm not a super human either, I'm just good at being good at everything I put Mind too. When will I know my destiny, my path, being stuck with my own fantasy of what I would like to do has got me in a trans, because I live so much in my mind and not in reality, sometimes forgetting which is which. Feeling like I just woke up from a dream even though I just fell asleep, my mind has become my passion, and my drive and my goal for success and #life has become my furry, my anger, to make a difference for my self. But can't find a thing that would interest me to actually try. It's becoming a struggle to actually get up and make something of my self in #life, I just want to stay in bed and dream my day, because in my world i succeed and theirs no failure to hold me back. Failure that I talk about is not when you fail try again, acting like I can't do it, failure is when I can actually do it but end up disappointed because its just not my passion. #life is supposed to bring answers, but im still stuck on my first question. Who am i?