|Source: Jeffrey Spehar on|
Who am I (presuming the answer is not 24601) now? What do I like? What do I love? Most days I have no idea. Most days I'm pretty numb about a lot of things I used to care about. I often say that I haven't had a personality transplant, but 18 months later, I'm not even sure that goofy little joke is true. Maybe I do have a new personality. Have I lost enough of myself to risk the rest of me? Do I even remember what the rest of me is?
I didn't expect this road to be short. But I think I'd thought I'd be farther along it now.
Post title is from the song "Revolutionary," linked above.