Anonymous Joke

ON HOLD // I don't know who I am.

I know my name and my age like they're tattooed on to my subconscious, but I look out at the world through eyes that don't feel like mine. I feel like a fraud but at the exact same time, I've always lived this life.

There are people pulling at my cracked pieces, trying to break me even more. How'd I get so cracked in the first place? Why do I feel like my soul is reaching in all directions? And who the heck am I really, to any of them?

Let's find out. Together. You're in it with me, now.