I always feel so confused and overwhelmed by the world. I live with a million regrets and gain more everyday. I promise myself I'll learn from them; I don't. I come up with new ideals, new standards for myself all the time, attempting to make myself a better person; a different person. I see all these characters in books, movies, real life, and I want to be them. I'll live as them for a day or two and then I forget or give up, but a bit is always left behind. I've been doing this for so long that all I am is a million pieces of different people glued together. Is there anything in here that's actually mine?
These people that I wish to be, there generally isn't even anything too great about them, half the time I don't even like what they are. Sometimes they'll be victims, or heroes, or just some plain person. They're all solid though, their personalities are stable, they are what they are. What I could I be decribed as when I'm a new person every few days?
Will I ever become comfortable enough in my own skin to stick to whatever it is that I am, or is this a lifelong thing?