My reading is forcing me to suffer through an identity crisis...

[Writer]

I'm literally suffering over this. I've been crying for the last hour. My entire view of the world is going through a process of deconstruction, which I've expected, but I keep asking myself: Am I intelligent, or am I a vain person who only thinks that I'm intelligent? That I have something worthwhile to contribute to my area of interest? Also, I wonder if I'm ready to embrace that "other person" slowly being reconstructed as I continue to read? Is that other person who I think she is?

I'm sorry... I know this is a bunch of solipsistic bullshit, but I need to let this stuff out in front of others. I'm quite depressed about all of this, actually.

~Writer~