I don't know who I am. This much is self-explanitory. I know my name is Rachel, but this is just a name. A way of identification. My heart is the unknown. I don't know what I feel other than numbness. I don't know what I think other than of how little I know about my own being. I don't know anything at all, it may seem. I do know that I am more or less in love with someone. A someone I do not want to be in love with. Forbidden as this love is, I cannot tell myself whom not to love. My reasonable thoughts do not act in parallel with my unreasonable heart. This man could never love me. I am ordinary. I am who I do not know that I am. I am me.