They don't know who I am; what they do know, is that I'm not nothing, and that I'm not noone.

Just be yourself. You don't have to put on an act."
"To be myself, I have to put on an act," Ginny said bitterly.
"What's that mean?"
"It means I don't know who I am.

I don't know where I belong, so I'm free. No one's got a hold on me.

He was going to hell in the old hand basket, and he decided that maybe he would take someone with him.

I'm a stranger in my own life.

The PRI is going to have a tremendous identity crisis. It's an internal cataclysm for them.