Autumn Sonata

“But one thing I did understand: not a shred of the real me could be loved or accepted. I didn't dare to be myself even when I was alone because I hated what was my own.” I suddenly forgot who I am or what I’m meant to be. I just wonder if I am because I want to or because others want of my existence to be one thing or another. Either way, the thought of it absolutely haunts me and repulses my body in such a spoken manner. In the end, I must thank Ingmar for pulling up this blinding idea of self control. Nothing is truly as it seems to be and it hurts profoundly to think how someone you praise so highly is destroying and paining you. I guess I must learn to live through something.