Not to sound too repetitive, or part of a cliche, but in reality I am still lost; trying really hard to find my way through life, although I have made it all the way to 23 years old. I still do not know who I am, what I represent, what I want to be, what I hope I want to be. Sometimes I feel I am a cockroach, trying to be hidden but certainly cannot avoid being seen. Sometimes I would like to think I am a cat preening myself so that everyone can see the sheen of my fur, the sway of my hips, the cunning ability I take on challenges. But maybe I am just a cow: grazing my way through life so that when somebody needs to be satisfied, I am ready to be fed to the masses. FUBAR? Maybe...