Being nobody in particular. Wait a minute. It's just nobody.

I can't really decide whether I prefer to stand out or to blend in with the crowd. Most of the times, I try too hard to hide and disappear into nowhere. And I tend to overestimate my abilities to come back and be the person that I used to be. But I most certainly tend to overestimate the generosity of everybody to forgive and welcome me back. I went into hiding for so long, it's like I'd never even been there - never even existed. At some point people stop caring, because you don't deserve it any more. Maybe I don't deserve being remembered after all. I think I got a little lost on the way. It's time to lick wounds and then go back home, start over.