That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

I need to do this. Who am I ? Iam Pamela. Only for an hour.

“I’m reminding you who you are.” I took a step closer. “I know exactly who I am,” I said. “That’s the problem. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”

As soon as the chorus hit, the crowds sang along with me. This is who I am This is who I am You cannot change me This is who I wanna be What an irony, I thought. This is not what I want—this is not me. But I have to keep going. This is who I am This is who I am I will always stay true to myself And be me

"Like no one actually sees me. They see what they want me to be. Perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect everything. But that's not me. That's not who I am." "Who are you?" he asks quietly. "I don't know," I admit. "That's the problem. I don't know who I am when I'm not performing for them. When I'm not trying to be what everyone expects." He's quiet for a moment. Then: "That must be exhausting." "It is," I whisper. He reaches over to the side table, grabs the tissue box, and hands it to me. Our fingers brush as I take it, and the contact sends electricity through me even in the midst of my breakdown.

And as she closed her eyes briefly, leaning into the warmth of human connection, she whispered softly—not as a mantra, not as a shield, but as a statement of survival: “I am here. I am real. I am still me.”

I had to know the truth. Who am I?

I am dead…. ****

I want to ruin everyone who ruined me! But who am I kidding? My life is already slipping away in my very eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. To whoever is reading this, my name is Elodie Moonstone and this is a story of how I died. This is the end...

From now on, I’m going to be selfish. From now on, I choose me. From now on, I AM DONE!

Who exactly might that person be? "Me."