𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔞𝔯𝔦

Silly teehee haha moment! Just got half my lip and cheek ripped off at Costa AGAIN!!

I can't tell the difference between myself and the mirror am I staring back at myself or another version of whom I might become or might lose is that truly me staring back at myself showing the true fear I show back at it or is it the world a different dimension pitying me questioning if I am truly the stable women I set myself out to be conveying my mind to self deflect that sled hatred setting my mind to cover up what I don’t want to see as almost a shield from another truth I am yet to figure out if I am truly me, if the thing in the mirror is truly me or the grotesque version I think about nearly every passing minute every hour day week year decade as my mind races beyond the possibilities of whom I may be truly or who is staring back.