Damn, this sums up adulthood perfectly. The way people know different versions of us… never the whole picture.
very randomly, my mind drifted to the thought that my old friends don’t know who i am now, and my new friends don’t know who i used to be. it feels strangely beautiful that no one knows the full version of me anymore. i think life does that, it edits us. parts of who i was have dissolved somewhere in time, and new pieces keep forming in places i never expected. so much of me has gone, and so much of me is still arriving.