Sometimes I get kind of depressed and cry at the smallest of things. Then, I think, the only reason I'm upset is because hormones are telling me to be sad. Then, I get even more upset because, darnit, if I'm going to be miserable I want it to be my own fault, not my body's. Sometimes I feel like I'm a slave to my own body. But then I think no, I'm a slave to living. Anything that lives is deals with this. Everything we do is decided by whether or not our body or surroundings are capable of that happening. For example, if I want to be able to go underwater for a really long time I would have to make sure that I had a way to breath. Another example is that I can't give blood because I weigh too little and even if I could give blood, I would pass out while doing so because of this primal instinct my body has to pass out. But, what becomes me and what is left as being my body? Because I am completely dependent on my body. You could say my consciousness is who I am, but my consciousness is changed by the way the chemicals in my body react. So, if you just took out my consciousness, I don't think I would have any emotions or feelings.
What I really want to know is, who am I?
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