#identity

There are days I just don't feel like myself. I do think I'm changing day by day and getting along with all my new friends, who honestly feel more like family to me at this point than family. But somedays it all feels so distant. The conversations I have. The things I do. The way…

You’re upset, because I’m dishonest. But how can I be honest when I’m talking through a mask? The one I wore today, the one that’s just for you. The one I’ll cover up tomorrow for someone else to ramble to. And beneath all these faces i’m drowning; My knees sinking under the weight. But if…

Who the fuck am I? Where do I stand in the world now? How do I even begin to identify myself now?   Identity's almost as weird a topic as freedom (ICYMI). Who was I before it happened? Who am I now?? I was a completely different girl. I've always been a little on the…