I'm mixed up.

My emotions seem to get the better of me. My eyes well up. My hands shake. I begin to feel uncomfortable. My heart begins to pound; I don't know why. Backspace. I hit backspace a couple of times. But the words that flow out, doesn't seem to be me at all. This isn't about me now. It's about what I want to present. Something foreign. Distant. A whole new person- not me.

And I ask myself, why am I starting to cry when I go through photographs? When I look into the frame, and see their smiling faces, why is that figure staring back crying? What is it, to us? What is it to me?

Indifference. I'm starting to feel.

Drained.

teenage transition; fuck that. I'm tired.

I'm mixed up.

My emotions seem to get the better of me. My eyes well up. My hands shake. I begin to feel uncomfortable. My heart begins to pound; I don't know why. Backspace. I hit backspace a couple of times. But the words that flow out, doesn't seem to be me at all. This isn't about me now. It's about what I want to present. Something foreign. Distant. A whole new person- not me.

And I ask myself, why am I starting to cry when I go through photographs? When I look into the frame, and see their smiling faces, why is that figure staring back crying? What is it, to us? What is it to me?

Indifference. I'm starting to feel.

Drained.

teenage transition; fuck that. I'm tired.