Let's start right where we left off last week.
It was so strange to be
to have something external defining me. My black out defined me
because they were mine and mine only, because nobody else blacked out
so often. They defined me because they resulted into creating who I
am, I was the result of multiple people and multiple lives and
multiple experiences. I wouldn't let anything else define me, it was
all a reduction of who I was. What did it mean to be a girl when
there were so many different girls out there? What did it meant to be
a blond or a brunette? What did it mean to be born here? What did it
mean to be a physics student? Nothing much really, all those things
were part of me but in the end none of them were the real me. I was a
mixture of everything I had ever lived. That sounded a lot cooler, I
didn't fit in society's little boxes, I was jsut me.
"Yes I swear,"
Amy said at the moment were I caught up the conversation.
The twins couldn't really
stop bickering at each other. It might have been frustrating for
their parents but from where I was sitting it was rather entertaining
and it was giving me time to think and to escape being the center of
attention. I was grateful that Alex showed up. I didn't know where
the conversation I was having with Amy would have leaded.
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