Clueless?

   I don't have any best friends, and maybe not even any close friends, with some small exceptions though. I always wanted someone I could talk to about the deep, dark, mysterious secrets that I keep so hidden from the rest of the world, and I always get so close to finding that one person, but it's funny how I never actually manage to get there. My life's never been stable, moving around here and there, never staying in one place long enough to develop a relationship that could last for a lifetime, and that's what hurts. Not being able to have that chance. And now all I'm left with are memories of what could have been. And that's all led me to here, a person, not a boy, not yet a real man, but someone in the middle, so confused from everything that's coming my way, unsure of who to listen to, or who to follow. A person who's tired, and needs some time to find out who he is as a person, and not what other people want him to be. A person who is clueless, really. I always thought there was some sort of rulebook to life — what to do, how to act, what to wear, what not to do, what to say or not say, etc. — those kinds of things. Unfortunately, he doesn't just hand you the pages pre-written and binded with a beautiful cover. No, he drags you down all the time, trying to see if you have the strength to pull yourself back up. Now, that's what I haven't learnt. Because every time he pulls me down, I let him drag me to a bottomless pit of emptiness, refusing to fight my way back up again. So yes, I am clueless, but it's time to fight, and time to show him I actually have the strength.

"Do you prefer 'fashion victim' or 'ensembly challenged'?"

 — Cher, Clueless (1995)