The strange thing is that I still know the high school girl that was me. I can still remember the things she felt and why she felt them. Yet, the ever-growing new layers have covered her up without me even noticing. So, now when I think back on myself as a freshman in high school, it is an odd feeling of familiarity with a stranger. It can be hard to know who you are, or who you want to be.
Otherwise life seems disjointed and the self never seems genuine.
Those feelings of eeriness can easily become feelings of dread if you have changed your mind about something more important than just chocolate milk. Not all of them of course, certain characteristics, ideals and neurosis stay with you through every layer. Basically, I'm saying that you can have your layered cake and eat it too. This semester is ending, and soon another will be upon us. New classes, new people, maybe even a new part of you.