Man, I wish I could come up with someting good to tell you. I feel the same way. At my school I’m either known as my brother’s sister or as no one. I get told by people I’ve followed through school all my life (it’s a tiny school) “Wow! That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you talk!” Like I don’t know how to speak or something. I’m nice, but sometimes I’m that girl with the intimidating demeanor, which comes in handy, but itsn’t necessary. I say it pays to be nice until you have to be mean. Nice enough that people like to be around you, but not someone who lets everyone walk all over them. I’d like an identity, but not if it has to come with labels. I’d rather just ‘be’, but I want to be wanted as well, so I get where you’re coming from.