It is entirely possible that I am a cliche.
But then again, I suppose it's entirely possible we all are. WE act like we're fine. Like we understand. We move forward when every part of ourselves wants to stand still and scream. WHO AM I? I thought I'd know by now. I thought I would see her, in a mirror one day and I'd know. But I don't. there are more wrinkles now. The signs of worry and uncertainty mark my skin. But I still don't know anything..