So I’m just sitting here after the last post and wondering, indeed, “Who the H— am I?” and “Whatthe H— am I?” and “Where the H— am I?” and “What the H— am I doing here?”
Feeling like absolutely nothing fits anymore. Nothing resonates anymore, at least the things from the past. Even living here on the Big Island does not resonate like it used to. I used to be Hawaiian. Now it’s just, I live here. It’s my place. But I just live here.