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So many people, so many expectations. Everybody wants me to change according to their choice. expectations are good when they kept me going, but when there are too many of them they just become a burden on me, an obstacle. I’m surrounded by so many people that love me because I changed according to their liking. People are never satisfied or happy. They always want something more. If someone wants one thing another person want something else entirely. They say they love me for who I am but who I am is not what they want. They want something else. And all this this time, while I tried to please them all, I lost my identity. I don’t know who I am anymore. What made me special is no longer there. And strangely I can’t seem to remember myself. They lost me and so did I.