I don't know who I am. I can't even pick a fursona. I don't know. I don't think I have a spirit animal. I don't know what I am because my emotions shift so rapidly and strongly... for awhile I thoguht I was strong, or maybe I was just supressing something. I'll eat myself apart because I feel so insane at times and other times I'm not. This journal makes no sense, I know. Thoughts are racing. This identity crisis will never end. I will never find myself, and I don't think I'll ever be an artist because I don't know what I am yet... Or ever will... Just... Different. I pretend to be someone I'm not because I'm not.