What is my life if not attrition

I think about who I used to be and compare her to the current version. Its interesting to read old blogs, old poetry, old journals.. I like the old girl. The new me is intent on pretending to not be lost. I was content before. I knew I was lost. I knew it sucked, I embraced it.

It seems life and the people in it, want you to buy the fairy tale. If you don't, pretend to be happy, because it could be alot worse. Its true it could be a lot worse. I know this. Part of my imbalance has so much to do with the state of affairs for others. Not saying I'm completely unselfish, in fact I am completely selfish. Its hard to enjoy moments of "glory" with out feeling a sting of guilt.

The guilt of I didn't finish my dessert.. there are plenty of people who have never had Deseret. The guilt of not speaking up, when I can. There are so many women around the world beaten to death just for being themselves... and at least I live somewhere I can attempt to be me. If everyone had the same opportunities as me, it would be easier to enjoy my moments of glory.

I have become the antithesis of me. NO longer standing firm with who I am, I just hide. I don't have a me any more. All that was good, isn't. I feel like expectations and people just kept pounding. Building the war against me. I fought, and fought to stay unique... but the pressure of being me and staying true to me was to much to bear.

I get bought so easily. A glance. A pretty color. So easily distracted. The idea that my "I" is up for sale disturbs me.

Can I come back. Am I supposed to. I see glimmers of me. I see the creation of possibility. I don't know what I want. I cant stand the now. I can't even think of the now for a few minutes with out feeling a deep seeded rage about life.

Can school continue to mold me, God continue to shape me, and will I let it happen. What will I let win out. The me... or the them. What should win out.?

Me is so selfish, so individualistic. Them is not me, the absence of, but its for the collectivist ways. Its so ensnared, so confused. I just needed this vent.