Disconnected Thoughts

I can always tell who's walking through the house by the sound of their foot falls.
My dad's long, carefully placed strides.
Tanner's skipping walk.
My mom's quick steps, magnified by the sound of her clapping sandals.
Why do we tend to define people by what they do instead of who they are?
I've always been known as the girl who smiles all the time and bakes people cookies and is nice.
But what if I wasn't like that anymore? Who would I be?
Honestly, I don't know who I am.
I've just been doing what I've always done because that's what people expect from me.



I have a headache.