Maybe if you knew me you would understand I am not a consistent human. I’m not always happy. I’m not always inspiring or beautiful. There are days where I walk into a room and I feel as if I am a shadow of my past, a mirror reflecting my darkest emotions and the things I want to keep hidden. Some days I wake up and cannot even get out of bed because my anxiety follows me at every corner, she wants to remind me of the things I’ve done. I’m not perfect. I think we believe we know someone because we know the things they allow us to see. People show us the best parts of themselves because that is the way they want to be remembered. Here is me there, here, right there and over there too. But that’s not all of it. There is so much more... trust me there is so much more. And I was put on this Earth to be honest. And God dammit I’m gonna be honest.