Life is really weird you know. You have to live it forward. But it only make sense when you look back on it. And even then you can´t be certain why you did what you did.You might be influenced by all kind of things, The weather,dreams,jeans, hormones or other people. The tricky part is working out who you were at the time. And I need to tell you that the more you analyse yourself the more you´re not there. Let me give you an example. Say you´re playing around in school and a window gets broken and you´re caught. Imagine your explain to a teacher what happened. Now you go home and tell your parents about it.You don´t talk to them the same way, do you? Later on, your best friends drops by and you give them version three, useing words you would´nt dare use infront of your parents or to a teacher. Each time you are a bit of a different person. So wich one is you? Infact,there is a whole loads of different persons inside you, like a collection of masks. You change your mask according to the situation you find yourself in. To know which person you really are is hard to figure out. Because the person that it´s hardest to be honest with, is yourself. And here is the spookie thing..Maybe, when you take all of the masks of..You´re no body. Its like getting online and you are talking to someone in france or something. You can tell them all kind of things about yourself that you would´nt tell anybody else. Because they can´t spred it around to anyone else. Infact,if you like you can make up that you´re the person you´d like to be instead of the person you are. That is´nt lying exactly.. more of a game of "lets pretend" ... Reality is like beauty and uglyness. It all depends on how you look at things, and how you look at things depends on the person you are. Who ever that might be.