Dear You,
I don't even know what to call you. Miss Outgoing, Miss Happy, the person everyone thinks I am, the person I want to be.
I see your Instagram posts, beautifully captured selfies with carefully chosen quotes. I see your smile, your tattoos, the look in your eyes. You're fearless.
I wish I was fearless too.
We kind of resemble each other if you really look. Same hair color, eye color, but you look so happy.
I wish I was happy too.
But I'm not fearless, I'm not happy, and I'm not perfect.
I'm broken, I'm sad, I'm terrified, I'm lonely, and I'm tired of walking on eggshells to give everyone this illusion that I have my life together.
Because I don't.
I might one day though. Even if I never become the fearless, happy person that everyone sees when they look at you. At us. That's really okay, because even though I may be an absolute mess the journey is just as important as the destination.
