"Someday I will go around and form relationships with people without having a name; I will be the "no one" that everyone needs. It will make me less attached in a healthy way(at least I think so)and it will leave plenty of room for mystery. And if I must give my name in a situation, I will make something up on the spot everytime, changing my identity as often as people take breaths, adding spice to my life that is too dull to shine.

I'll acquire some boyfriend who doesnt know what to call me, and it will be the bedrock of our relationship, having a significant other with no name. And I will prefer not to have his name either, unless we end up falling into some love that cannot be broken and we get married(which we definitely will not do something awful like that)and start a family.

I'll work as a private investigator, who charges large sums of money to find things out about the people others are obsessing over while never giving one thing away about myself, and I will make sure the only way people can send me things are through a PO box so no one will know where I am staying, unless someone hires another private investigator to follow me(to give me a taste of my own medicine, or something)

I will open a confession box that I will check everyday, and sometimes sit at when I feel like it. And other people can tell their secrets for free without the baggage of identity being in the way(unless they decide to give themselves one)and that way I can be putting such anonymity to good use. But people wont even know who to thank, because I wont even have a face by then.

I'll start writing letters, and wont even bother with a pen name. The body of the letters will contain some old bull, or some advice I observe that they needed. Or maybe I will just tell them how amazing they are, because apparently everyone needs that every once in a while...and I will make it very general so I can send it out in bulk to millions of people. But my mouth will get dry from licking stamps so I will have to make a machine to help me out.

By now I will have dumped my long term boyfriend because he was starting to tear down the walls we put up and he wanted to know my name so he could say it when he proposed, and I just thought that was ridiculous so I kicked myself out of our apartment, and now I have a new one who really just hates me and we only see eachother every two weeks so we can argue with eachother about what both of us are doing wrong. It will be the most delightful thing I have ever formed with someone, and I am not being sarcastic at all. I will be closer to him than my last long term boyfriend and I can shout more obscenities if I want to(and I usually want to). Eventually I will cut off all contact with him because I get to where I really hate him and I want to move to some bizzare country where no one speaks the same langauge as I do. I'll never learn the language because I will be too busy trying to not learn it and keep a job that is really just a scam on everyone who buys the product I am selling. Despite the fact that there is a langauge barrier, my face can be very convincing and that is how I make so many sells to these sad people.

Everyone will assume my life is full of loneliness, that I have a pointless existence. When I get remarks like that, I will just smirk and wonder off knowing I am more content than they will ever be.

My current name is Fluorine Wohler; I do various jobs to get by i.e-cleaning houses that belong to rich folks and working in a popular coffee shop. I am in a relationship that gets in the way of expressing any sort of creativity without editing myself in order to not offend my significant other. I have been thinking about just making him my insignificant nothing, because that benefits me a lot more. His name is Pasha Slutsky, and pretentious might as well be his middle name. How I got myself into something like this, I couldnt tell you. I always tell him I am flawed if I am not free, maybe to scare the piss out of him a little, but he always says we are just what the doctor ordered. Goodness, a crappy musician would spit out a line like that. I would describe him as a black hole, the minute I committed myself to a relationship with Pasha, my love life went into the Bermuda Triangle where he ruled to make sure it never got out alive.

As a "musical genius", Pasha sucks. I have to lie to him, and make him think his lyrics are flattering and his instrumental parts execute beauty. When he asks me why I think he hasnt hit it big yet, I just tell him, "Experimental music just hasnt caught up with the mainstream yet, sweetheart". Truth is, experimental music is execellent, but Pasha Slutsky's "music" is similar to taking a tour of a slaughter house when it's in action. He means well when it comes to his expression, he just doesnt know what he is doing, then again, neither do I..."