displacement

I look at the photos of myself and realize that, that person is not me. Who is she? She looks happy and content and okay with the world. That's not how I feel on the real. So am I a fake person too? Who am I ? I'm 32 and still figuring this business out. and it's ok. sometimes i have a straight line and sometimes a cloud to swim through and sometimes, nothingnesss... I dont know how to get by with what I have to offer. who wants it? Maybe my trip to Paris will be good.

C'est tous,
No jealousy