Now you see me, now you don’t.
Get to know me, then you won’t.

It’s easy to paint a seemingly perfect picture on social media but it’s not an honest one. I also don’t find it fair to those who have the feeling it’s just them that struggle with life. It’s not.
You can’t choose your childhood and I still struggle with that period.

Now, with the stroke of a brush, with the development of a thin layer of silver, I decide whether or not an image is there. Whether or not I am there.

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