This is not the first time such a question has cross through my mind. For a long time, i've been asking myself. Who am I? This might sound really stupid but it's true. I portray myself to others as a intelligent creative and quick thinking person, but in fact i'm just another guy seeking for attention. Craving for people's attention so i would feel special. In my mind, i know it is wrong to be what i am now but ever since young i've been doing so. Lying, hiding and twisting every words coming out of my mouth. I can't stop thinking why do i do what i do? Is it a habit? Or is it just what i truly am? A faker and a lying, a artificial person trying to make people think I'm genuine? I know most of the things i saw are not true, are all but lies to make people think i'm someone great. But is it really worth it? I can't sleep more often ever since that night. That night where i tried to create a therapist in my mind. Even in my mind, i'm a liar. How can i be true to myself when i can't even tell myself the truth. All those lies i've once told and retold, are constantly on my mind, the guilt i keep feeling are getting bigger and bigger. I'm not who i am but why do i want to be this person i'm not? I still don't have the answer to that. My chest and my shoulders are getting heavier from all this guilt. Why can't i stop lying? It doesn't make me feel any better but i still keep doing it. I really don't know what to do now, sitting here and talking to you is my only option left at this time but i know you can't help me. I can't tell anyone the lies i've once told, no one would ever believe me anymore. Frankly... I pity the boy who cried wolf, i guess i know how he really felt now. The grief and anguish from everyone once they found out. Sigh. I just wish i could let it out, but to whom? No one would ever look at me the same. I really don't know what to say anymore, i guess.... My existence in this world is just unnecessary, i really feel like giving it all up. On life itself, but i'm afraid of death. And the aftermath it will cause on this world. Why didn't it just ended it then? During the car crash. But i guess, if i did i wouldn't realize about this. Maybe God is just making me suffer for what i've once done, and what i'm doing. It's the only conclusion that makes sense, i guess. Whatever it is, i just wish someone could help me. I don't like what i am now, and i don't know how to turn it all around. Someone out there, please help me. I cannot go through with all this guilt. I cannot take it anymore. Please help me.