She doesn't feel like herself. Not anymore. She was different once.
Now she is like a watered down version, pale and thin. She slips through the cracks, unnoticed. She fades into the background, afraid of saying the wrong thing. She grows sharp edges and won't let anyone get close to her.
She doesn't know how she came to be like this, how she ended up here. She only remembers the way she used to be - wild and reckless. Bold and unapologetic.
- Lang Leav
