Isn't it weird that so many versions of you exist in people's minds? Some know you as the shy person who doesn't talk. Some know you as the annoying one who doesn't shut up. Some see you as cold and mean and others find you caring and kind. The gist is that the person you think of as yourself exist only for you. Every person you meet, have a relationship with, or make eye contact with on a street, creates a version of you, and there are thousands of different versions of yourself out there in people's minds.

But then who am I, what version of myself am I to myself, this version is so cloudy and blurred that I can barely make anything out of it.