“I have found that the process of discovering who I really am begins with knowing who I really don't want to be.”
“Forget who I really am, who I really want to be.”
“I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.”
“I want the pain of knowing them, and by extension myself: who and what I really am. Maybe with that scalpel, red-hot and sterilized in tears, I can begin to carve out the rot inside of me.”
“I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue.Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.”
“I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.”