I feel as though I am drifting through the motions of life. I have a good life, I really do, but I feel that a am stuck. Stuck in a house that I feel I am a stranger in. I have grown up in this house, I have been through some of my toughest moments in this house, with the family that has always been in this house. It is as if I am just another familiar face that know one really knows. I miss the part of me that cares for the people in this house, I miss the me that they grew to know To them now I am a stranger that lives in this house. They don’t see or hear from me often and if they do it usually isn’t the kindest of words. I need to change, I must change. I am going down a slippery slope to nowhere that will end with know one really knowing who I am anymore. Sometimes I don’t wen know who I am. So as I may be drifting, away from those I used to love, I may also be drifting to myself, my real self.