I live my life with two friend groups in ever shrinking circles. Neither group can stand the other and on the rare occasions they come together it feels like a meeting between waring countries. The people I enjoy spending time with, debating with keep getting pushed away in favor of chosen family. They are the only family I have left and I can't face the world an orphan.

Sometimes I believe I answer to too many names. I'm Jen, Jenny, Rhea, Jennifer, Gentlefir, Pack Lesbian, Snugglebunny, and once upon a time I was Daughter. I know its not any different than anyone else. Everyone has different names depending on who their with, the role that needs to be played. Lately it feels overwhelming to be so many people. I don't know who I am. Thinking back I'm not sure I've ever been certain of who I am. Seems like a hell of thing to realize at 28. Maybe its expecting far too much but I would have hoped I'd know myself by 25.

Think I'm going to wrap this up here. Its taken 4 hours to write so little and I'm feeling spent. Time to force myself into the midnight cleaning in prep for the housekeeping inspection. Gotta love public housing.