2020
My life is lived in moments outside of reality, in between the flashing lights, the perfect angles, the pounds of makeup & the fake hair.
Who I actually am exists in a fantasy that comes to life a couple hours of every week, around 10pm to 2am at the club or in the alley or wherever the next pay cheque is.
I don’t actually exist, who I am outside of my fantasy is a lifeless husk that longs to be the girl you all see on social media… the one who can never actually exist in a day to day reality.
The danger of becoming someone else is that the person you become is often the person that you are but aren’t meant to be. The person society has told you does not belong in the main stream flow of life.
Self discovery is dangerous.







