Hi, im Chris-Felina and I'm twenty.
All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which only I could answer. It took me much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself and myself, will forever be good enough.
