Endeavours.

Just lift yourself up and get out of here.

But an accurate definition of the self is impossible. I am more than I realize, more than I can define. And the more time I spend trying to nail down the definition, the less time I spend living right now. My past is not my identity… Me, living now, is my identity. Unless commitment is made, there is only compromises and hopes. Yet no signs of plans. Boo.

I need a new image. Like pronto.