everyday, every morning, every night I feel the same, I feel tired, cold to the bones; in a way stretched like a rubber band that is ready to snap. I don't want to snap. So I put on a mask and hide my true self, afraid of getting hurt. That way no one can know the real me, then they won't try to help. But somehow along the way I managed to forget who I am. Every night after I say my prayers I ask "who am I?" then I try to make up a life story for myself, forcing myself to believe it. No ma...