I’m not myself alone. I’m always someone that has other ones in me. In reality, I am a mix of “you” that results in me. That part in me that I call myself, is also a little bit of my father, my mother, my sister, my first love, my friends most close, my adventures – good or bad of being reminded. I’m also a result of everything I’ve been trough. I am til these days what I feel of my first pain, my first disappointment, my first happiness, my first victory, my first lost… I’m like this, someone with a bunch of experiences that left in me bruises, feelings, sensations so intense that made myself what I am today. I am a mix of the places I’ve been. The geography of my life has so many parts of what I am today. Not only people and experiences, but also places that are hidden and explain a lot of who I am. I’m part of the beach that I most like, the movies I saw, my room, the place where I first kissed, my hidden and favorite place; every place that I cried and smiled, dreamed and woke up, loved. That’s me and I am like this: a combination of persons, experiences and places. See myself as a mix of so many things outside me, helps me to realize the brutal dependence with all my history. There’s no such thing as: “I’m the best, there’s no one like me”, because I will always be like someone who helped me being who I am today, good or bad, fat or thin, pretty or ugly, but me. Nonetheless, in the middle of all this, I’m much more of everything that has created me. Despite all the major influences in my life, I still know that I am really me despite of everything. There’s a time in my life that all I want is to be me. Just me. I don’t wanna be anybody else. I wanna be me. I wanna know the bad and good things of being myself and that’s it. I wanna go to the bed and only wake up as myself.