Novel & Cerita Who Really Am I

“It’s not them that’s the problem. It’s that you’re letting their perception dictate your worth.” I swallowed hard, the truth of his words settling over me. “I know,” I whispered. “But it’s hard. Every time I step out there, I feel like I’m not being seen for who I really am. I’m not sure if I even know who I really am anymore.”

"You're getting carried away." Emery grinned. "Sorry, sorry. But seriously, what's bothering you? You can tell me anything." I hesitated, unsure if I should confide in Emery. But something about her kind expression put me at ease. "I have this feeling that I'm not who I think I am," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not weak, and I'm not a nobody." Emery's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

That was enough to wipe off the smile that I had a second back. Swallowing, "Uh, you don't look the kind of guy who would like such a genre" I replied back with a tense grin. "Like you always say that You don't know me. Maybe I am just good at pretending to be someone I am not. Maybe I am just a personality created to fool everyone." he said in a mere whisper with a wry grin. Those words got me shivers. My heart skipped a beat and breath stuck down my throat. Averting my eyes, I looked at the laptop screen.

answered Elija "By the way thanks again for yesterday" "no problemo" "Did my brother say anything weird to you?" "U-Um n-no nothing weird at all nope nothing weird haha" "Don't let him get to your head" chuckled Ruby As time passed more people entered the meeting room and there were more whispers about who the mystery man was sitting in the CEO's place, when everyone was there, the man stood up and began talking "Good morning to all of you, my name is Luca.s Garcia, I am your Mr. William's nephew, Mr. William has been gravely ill lately, so until he gets better will be takin his place understood?" announced Lucas with an emotionless voice

“People will always think about what they want. You should care more about the people who know you.” I pressed my face against his shoulder, thinking of what he just said. "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." "Who am I? I mean it seriously. I don't know where I came from. Aside from being the supposed scam doctor that everyone believes." I exhaled. "You're Evangeline," he answered. "What matters are the people who know you for you." "Nicholas, that’s just more confusing."

I know who I am! "Then why can't you say it?" the teenage me demanded, slamming her fist on the table. "Why can't you just say who you really are?" "Because it doesn't matter!" I shouted. "I have been all of those things. I am Camille!" "Been?" she mocked, her voice dripping with disdain. "You can't hide behind that forever." My hands trembled, and I looked around the table, seeking support from the other versions of myself. They watched silently, their faces empty.

"Perfect, first of all and to start with this session, I would like to know who Claudia is." "Who am I?" I ask, confused. "Yes, I want to know how you identify or see yourself," he prompts me. "Who are you as a person?" Who am I, how do I see myself? Questions I've never asked myself before, and I have no idea what the answer is. "Ah, I am..." I try to formulate, trying to say something coherent, but the answer doesn't come. "I don't know." "You don't know?" "I just...right now I don't know who I am," I admit. "All I know is that this isn't me. I can't even describe myself, I have no idea who the person I've become is."

It was a constant, ever-present companion in my life, whispering in the background, dictating my choices, and compelling me to prioritize survival above all else. As I stood there, the enormity of the question pressed upon me like an oppressive weight: Who was I, really? The answer, elusive and daunting, remained shrouded in uncertainty. It was as if I had been living in the shadow of a stranger, and I was now faced with the challenge of unveiling my true self, discovering my own desires, and finally taking control of my own destiny. It was a daunting question: Who was I really? I rose from my seat, my mind in a whirlwind. "I think I'll go for a walk," I muttered.

I said, looking to the Queen, “so who am I, really?” Yet one thing I certain about, I name after the Princess...the filthy one of the history of the world.

The sound of the machines, the stiffness of my limbs, the smell of the hospital — all of it screamed reality. “W… who am I?” I asked finally, my voice breaking. The doctor stared at me for a long moment. His lips pressed into a thin line. He seemed to hesitate, glancing at the nurse, then back at me. “You are Eli,” he said quietly. “You were in a car accident when you were ten years old. You’ve been in a coma for nine years.” My mind went blank. “Nine… years?” I echoed, almost in disbelief. He nodded slowly.