I want to be something. I find myself thinking up pretty stories, wondering what I could be. I could be the queen, strong and dark and powerful. I could be the warrior, lithe and alert. I could have wings, large and feathered. I could be like a leoperd, graceful, intelligent, and yet dangerous. These things are just pretend. I am fooling myself. I can never be anything more than what I am. And what I am is hollie, who has a place, thought what place that is is a mystery to me. I dont know why or how anyone may need me, I dont know what I contribute to the various social circles that I occasionally inhabit. I dont know what I contribute the world. I hope I am contributing, but I dont know how I could, or how I am. I dont know what I have that I can give to the world. What do I know? ...