  She says to me that she doesn't really know herself, and that is her problem. Yes. I can see that being a problem. Not knowing who you are or what you want or even what you like. Those can be some pretty big obstacles sometimes. But really.
How many people out there really know themselves? I don't know who I am. I know what I'm not. I'm not skungy hotel rooms and cheap thrills. I'm not a fighter and I'm not someone to hold a grudge. I'm not really anything at the moment, and I suppose that is depressing to some degree.
I don't know. I'm just rambling, so I will leave. Do you know who you are? how the heck did my room get so messy? 
