Hello, I'm Alice

sorry for the random, vague post yesterday.

First things first. My name, from what I remember, is Alice Coppen. Though as I've former;y mentioned, I'm not quite sure if its true. I'm 16, living in England, long orange hair, and grey eyes. I've always hated these bloody eyes. Grey. Its such a dull color. People say that it's a nice color, but I think that's total pants.

Anyways, that's pretty much it. Like I said, I don't trust my memories anymore.

The great puzzle

Who am I?
I'm not entirely sure anymore.

Up until recently, I believed I was Alice Coppen, a 16-year-old girl living in England.But that may not necessarily be true.

I've been having dreams lately, always the same. About a circus.

It's quite a normal circus, with all the usual acts. Clowns, ringmaster, jugglers, daredevil's, all of it. But in the dream, as I walk about the circus, I come upon a tent, small, with blue black and grey stripes. Its foggy around the tent. And each time, I find myself wandering into the tent. Inside the tent is dark, cold, and foggy. And there's a voice, calling out to me in the darkness. It asks one question, and one question only: "Who.Are.You?".

And I don't know.
My memories don't seem all that real anymore, rather like a dream. A dream I've convinced myself is true.
but the truth is, I don't know who I am.
And I'd rather like to know.