I can't think of it as a mask or skin. It was what I had, I didn't know what could be so I lived without hope, lost and slowly losing my mind. I've always felt this way, I just didn't know what it was or that I could do something about it. Now, I can't find a reference to that person, inside the life that I lived is gone. I have done some pretty cool stuff too, it just doesn't feel real anymore.
How can I associate with who I was, a sad creature locked inside a tragic nightmare, marking time until death released it. I don't want to hold onto that, I lived it and maybe learned a few things, that's enough for me. I can let it go now.