Most of life feels like a performance. Smiles, scripts, small talk. Safe answers. But once your mind stretches past the surface, you can’t go back — shallow waters feel suffocating.
I keep my circle small now. Only people who think. Who don’t answer from fear. Who live in the nuance instead of running from it. Rare as hell, but when I find them, I don’t let go.
Dating? Feels like theater. Masks everywhere. And I can’t settle anymore. I’ve done that — and those choices became my best teachers. Now I only want raw honesty. Scarred, messy, hopeful, real.
Because the deepest freedom isn’t being liked for the mask. It’s being seen for the unfiltered self — and still chosen.
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