Lost in the Wheels of Confusion.. (who am I and what has become of myself?)
 

you know its been six months now and this is still as hard a process as ever. When I walk passed a mirror often I still fail to recognize my own reflection as myself and have also been wondering too often who the fuck am I and what the fuck have I become? Where the fuck am I going and what the fuck am I doing? "That there That's not me.. This isn't happening I'm not here.."

If I could just figure any of this out then I'd be in a better place, but

alas alas.. "Lost in the wheels of confusion, running through valleys of tears. Eyes full of angry delusion, hiding in everyday fears."

but the question still remains.. who am I and what has become of myself? That there, that's not me.. so where am I?

You should get drunk and break all the mirrors in the house.

you look british, with that hair cut short.