I've recently had a thought that almost like killed me. I've been thinking for a while already: what if I don't have a personality at all? It terrified me, but next came a thought even more horrible: what if all the good and cool changes about me are just a mist of what I saw and marked in some remarkable characters and got myself wrapped in just to hide the emptiness, or foolishness of what I really am? What if, freed from all the rubbish around me, I am as stupid and infantile as i used to be in the nineth grade? Gosh, it would be horrible!