Why?

I've been thinking on 'why' I have this blog, when I don't really want anyone to commiserate with? It seems everything I write becomes somehow less...me. And I just don't have that much of me anymore.
The mirror taunts me, "Who are you?" I'm Krista Murphy! "Oh! Are you sure? Six years ago, you thought you were Krista Henwood! What happened to her?!" Void..."And eight years ago-" SHUT UP! "you had-" I SAID STOP! "a heart." just stop it. "So I say, Who are you?" ...crack...darkness...the part of me..I need to leave here, the person whoever she was...is the part "with the pain-" that will never..fully leave me..whoever that is.

-me