Untitled.

Who am I?

That one question that has puzzled humans since the beginning of time.
That one question that can, in an instant, make you change your mind and perhaps hate yourself.
That one question that you believe you can answer with ease, yet not fully answer completely.

When you look into the mirror, who do you see? Yourself.
But how you feel once you see that reflection varies from each and every other person; whether you love yourself, do not even care or even loathe that person through the mirror, everybody's thoughts are different.

We always hear from peers and relatives this one line; live life without regrets.
But what happens, when you do regret some thing? Regret it so much, that it is what makes you resent the way you think, the way you act, who you are.

You give up.

Who am I?
I don't want to know.