Losing my face, underestimated with friends and people you think you know? No one knows, family are people you just have to live with. Re-organised my memories drawer and boxes of letters/ ripped up journal entries. Put together, words I've written, I don't remember how I felt back then but words remind you of the person you used to be.
The words write of an image you wanted to be, the person you wanted to be, the life you wanted to live. Am I who I want to be? Where I am now, where are you now?

To claim the rights on the words that come out of your mouth, the ideas that spark your mind, the photos you take and the creativity spawned around you. People constantly picking at the identity you have created and hope to manage. How do you re-claim what is right fully yours? Is it really yours anyway? Since we are ultimately influenced by everything we are exposed to, we are all just a part of each other.

I needed to meet more people, others that (I imagined) were so sure of who they were and what they reflected. For some fucked up reason I thought that the one's that were unspoken were true affirmations of this belief. I was wrong and continue to be. As days go on, and I turn back around into the crowd I tried so hard to stay away from, I realise that (right now) I only feel safe around people I quietly loathe as they eat themselves in confidence and self-pride.