You can't. There will always be opportunities to begin afresh, to try again. But you can never start over. There will always be some person or something or family or friends that prevent you from starting over. Always something. Some town, or place. Or, worst of all, some memory or trait. You can never start over because you'll always be there. You are your strongest link to the past. No matter how hard you try or how much effort you put in, you can't erase everything that you have grown to be. And it gets harder every day. Each day you accumulate more and more "you" and the eraser becomes more brittle and stubborn. The best it does is smear things a little. But they're still there. To be an amnesiac with no family to tie them back to whom they were. We never hear about these people, because they are the ones who were able to break the cycle and start over. You never hear about that. I wish I could start over, but it's not possible. The best you can do is to make peace with who you have been and trudge on through a slush of flaws and personal failings. I want to start a new page. A page just for me and for anyone who finds it. A page that I haven't touted and advertised and whored out to anyone that will give me two seconds of ear. A place where I could talk about the things and people that I want to without the fear that I shouldn't. A place where I could express loves and desires. A place where I could share my longings and my infatuations, my hates and my disgusts. Not this. This is only a façade. When I hate or love here, it is only surface. I'm 25 and I don't know what I want. The only thing I know is that somehow I don't fit into the equation of me.