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Sometimes the Warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once.

You know, Italian-Hungarian - no matter how linear and cool I look on the outside, I have all that energy trying to find its way through life.

There's something deep inside of me. There's someone else I've got to be.

Jump way back to one time, Evie and me did this fashion shoot in a junk yard, in a slaughterhouse, in a mortuary. We'd go anywhere to look good by comparison, and what I realize is mostly what I hate about Evie is the fact that she's so vain and stupid and needy. But what I hate most is how she's just like me. What I really hate is me so I hate pretty much everybody.

Many of our most serious conflicts are conflicts within ourselves. Those who suppose their judgements are always consistent are unreflective or dogmatic.

So you want to know all about me. Who I am. What chance meeting of brush and canvas painted the face you see? What made me despise the girl in the mirror enough to transform her,turn her to into a stranger, only not. So you want to hear the whole story. Why I swerved off the high road, hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to those coughing my dust, picked up speed no limits,no top end, just a high velocity rush to madness.

There was no himself in himself.

I spent so many years trying to become an actor, trying to be a person that I wasn't.

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams... Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I'm two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

Sometimes you can get so far in yourself that you don't know who you are.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

I felt this was my duty, my sole duty: to reconcile the irreconcilables, to draw the thick ancestral darkness out of my loins and transform it, to the best of my ability, into light.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.

There are times when I am so unlike myself that I might be taken for someone else of an entirely opposite character.

After all, conflict arises, does it not, through the desire to be something, to be other than what is.

I turned myself to face me, but I've never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker.