[photo via pinterest] I scurry down the hall, careful to keep myself from falling onto my face in these ridiculous shoes. Hah. Head over heels. Who knew the expression could be literal? I look up around the massive house I now call a home, trying a random door, and finding a closet. Nope . I open another door. A bathroom. I walk to the end of the hall and spy a set of closed double doors, with light, white curtains hanging in front of them. I step up and look down at the knobs, slowly twisting them and pushing the doors open. I'm greeted by an open and welcoming balcony. Ah, this is just what I need. I step out onto the terrace, looking around and deeply inhaling. But a breath of fresh air never felt so fake. It's relieving but still not the same. "I can't do this anymore." I tell myself. I can't live these lies and pretend to be so... false . It's not me. It never was and I don't know how I thought I could change myself into someth...
Authenticity is attractive.