4-26-12

We’re not at war with each other, that’s what I decided. We’re at war with ourselves.
Fighting the demons between us
But…
I’m not myself anymore. And it shows when Bean looks at me; when I look at me.
I hardly recognize that stranger in the mirror staring back at me. The little girl with the sad eyes and weak smile.
This is NOT me.
This war is killing me softly.