The room was as wide as an ocean. It had high wooden cabinets that constantly grow as time passes. It had a sense of immortality— maybe it exists as long as I'm alive.



I had brought a ladder to help me reach the highest deck. Varying masks of different faces and different personalities are all in disorganized mountains. I had to choose my personality today. I can't waste my time.



I am a different person everyday. My personality changes as much as I change clothes. Sometimes, I am the sassy girl I met on the street. Or maybe I took-up the form of that flawless model on the screen. If my acids go down, I might be just a random girl that is afraid to socialize.



Pink skirts with glitters and stilletos for a sweet girl facade. Pitch black dress with plunging neckline for more daring. Just jeans and hanging blouse with utmost simplicity. These are all completely different with each other—just like my identities.



Those identities I found on...