1. Who Am I?
Everyone knows me as Kim, it's just that everyone has a different perception of who Kim is. Some people think that Kim is cold and reserved, whilst my closest friends know and love the talkative and outgoing Kim. My mother and father, once upon a time, loved the giggly, bottle throwing Kim, until my father was gunned down during his tour of Iraq and my mother went crazy.
You may find me strange but I look upon my past selves as separate beings, as if I am watching a film in my mind. I distance myself from my past – I want to focus on the present Kim. The Kim right at this moment. She is far more important than the Kims in the past. If I had to come up with an analogy, then I would say that my past selves are like shoes: I've outgrown them so I can never go back, although I will always have the scars – memories of breaking them in.
I'm a snake and I've shed my skin. It's time to move on. But just as I'm moving on and enjoying life as the new Kim, something from my past comes barging into my life and BAM! - the memories are hurled back at me and I'm forced to suffer as one of my past selves again. I'm on a quest to find Kim, the real Kim.
If she's even out there.