Life is a truly horrifying process. I meet new people, thinking that knowing them will allow me to escape my past, only end up realizing that they are but an image of my past. I meet them, see them, expect them to be exactly like that someone I liked, I admired, I looked up to. I believed that with these new people, what I do to them, how I react to them are completely my decision. But it isn't. I am but reenacting the past, something from a movie, an experience, a thought. I am controlled and influenced by who I was and I am never who I am.

It is troubling. The only thing I can stick to right now is "Je pense donc je suis", "I think therefore I am".

Well... Unless we are all giant brains floating in tanks of liquid with this idea fed to us so we don't think too much. Oh that would make things fun.