you know my secrets

sometimes I feel like a character in a book I read awhile back. and b/c i feel like this character I want to have his friends. I question the same things he questions. I want to partake in the same activities. We are the same.

Then, I think back to how pieces of my past, how different "me"s make my decisions today. How i can't erase, i can only (re)cover.

I haven't been doing that well lately.