Day 28. Fame.

All of the broken pieces have come together. Shattered repeatedly and taped together, again and again I metamorphize into the image that greets me daily. I know what I see and it is as complex as it is broken, damaged and beautiful. AP study hall see's this. Apparently.

I feel emotionally violated.

I feel this is probably a lie, although most of those adjectives do paint an accurate picture. I'm going to add that to my resume, in case I ever need one.

"What makes you the right person for this job?"

ME: "A hint of sass".