Who I am, I don't know. I am not something that holds together easily. There are parts of me that feel too much and parts that feel nothing at all, and I don't always know how to exist in between. I carry things quietly because I don't know how to put them into words, and even when I try, it never comes out the way it lives inside me. I am soft in ways that break me, and strong only because I've had to be, not because I chose to be. There is a kind of fragility in me that doesn't show on the surface but is always there, like something that could fall apart if touched the wrong way. I don't have clear answers for who I am, only feelings that stay, shift, and sometimes overwhelm me. I exist like this-unfinished, a little lost, trying to hold myself together in ways no one really sees.