Of course it's not me, don't bother to ask. Just try to catch up an image on my mind what I like.
Hate to say that I can barely recognize myself from mirror these days. Suppose I'm in the middle of self-identity crisis?
Here just a woman who once half died, now alive well wandering here and there, though who often became bored of her life and questioned what reason to live on this planet. Whatever lay ahead, whether it may happened in ten months or ten years to the final sleep, who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories.
In the meantime, I would just LIVE.