Mom and I drove home together. I don't often have the chance to analyze her anymore, so I took the opportunity. I don't know if I really care about her or if I am just curious. The more I think about it, the more I wonder how much of me is me, and how much of me is product. My decisions are mine, but did I get that way on my own? Or am I just a culmination of everything I've ever known? Have all these things forced me into who I am? Is this another way of saying destiny?
So stupid. It's something everyone's thought. It's something I've been thinking since I was a kid.
I used to look in the mirror and think the evil me was stuck on the other side. I used to think she would come out sometimes and I wouldn't understand why. The difference was in the eyes.
It's all so fucking stupid.