Skipping "all that David Copperfield crap"

I've lost track of the number of times I've died in my lifetime. If you think about it, we all probably have. The "me" who lived when I was 7 years-old is long gone. I don't even remember her. The me who lived when I was 13, 16, 21, 27, and 30 is also gone. I'm probably on Me Version 15 by now... or maybe Version 9... Version 22? Who really knows. Sometimes the thought of the vanishing me frightens me; other times I am sort of happy she is gone... or at least that parts of her are gone. The latest reincarnation of me isn't so bad. She came around in the summer of 2007. She experienced more hurt than any of the other me's, and she has emerged to be the strongest of all of them so far. This me has gone through a few other transformations this year, but it is still the same me. It's hard to explain, but I am sure it is even harder to understand; if you want to try, you are welcome to read this blog.

To be continued...