want to say

"I don't care about my self I just care for my things. Even if they hate me I still love them.

I don't know where I came from, whose my parents, cousins, friends.... relatives

someone took me to a hidden place

I almost travelled the whole earth because of that......

and i need a job....and I bump into a groups........

people love them and yes ,me too but I need to act like I don't know them....

then suddenly.......

I asked to my self " what's the meaning of this?"........this is me.....

I'm....

.???I don't really know my true name....
......."