ingénue

How is it that I managed to, everytime when I'm totally drowned in alcohol, question who I really was? I wonder if this is really part of everyone's life, at one point in time when they are drunk. Set aside the fact a big part stems from the sexuality confusion, there's always this self-doubt about almost everything I do or say... Is this really me (at the same time, is this socially appropriate)? Does that mean I should probably visit a shrink if this question just floats in my mind every now and then. Maybe there's something really wrong with one who questions the meaning of her own existence so often... "The tree-lined avenue Begins to fade from view Drowning past regrets In tea and cigarettes... Ingénue..."