Finding Myself

As I stumble through this crazy existence of my life, I lie here wondering what I am doing here. How does someone get to this point of having no idea who they are, being completely swallowed up by everyone else in their life. Wondering, wishing, dreaming, they could be someone so much different than the person they have become. I am completely drained of the girl I once knew, with no end in sight. When does it all end? When can the beautiful girl return from the bare existence of this life she is now living? What is it that can save her, does she know? Is it the love she is aching for that can save her, or is this love simply a figment of her imagination? Does this imaginary love even exist for her to find, or is the love she really needs to find, true unconditional love for herself?