One Hundred Eighty One.
In the end, we're all just people. People with cameras. Shooting ourselves, our families, our worlds. We hide behind our lens. We share the bits and pieces that we choose. What you see here, online, is never the full story. For anyone.
You paint me in whatever way you imagine me to be. The way you want to see me. Whatever makes me make sense to you. That doesn't make it true. Only I know my truth.