I Thought Leaving Would Feel Like Freedom.

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  After a month, everything seems so normal and dull... as if nothing ever happened. I am happy, but I feel empty. I waited for this for the longest time... three years and counting. I honestly did not like how I left things. It felt rushed. It felt sad. And honestly, if I could go back in time... I would probably do it the same way. I can't help but blame myself for leaving a toxic environment. I was suffering. Scars have been drawn on my body. Unwanted habits have now become normal for me. I feel restless. I am exhausted. I am tired, yet I feel like I don't deserve sleep. Why, though? I only left because I was tired of being exploited. I want to be selfish. I want to put myself first. I have been nothing but a dirty doormat. My mind, soul, and body crave peace and sleep, but I feel like the moment I lay down, I will fall behind. Am I over exaggerating my grief? Or am I trying to convince myself that leaving was the wrong step? I feel lonely. I don't crave people to intera...

Some of Us Will Never Know Who We Are Without the Performance



I’m not gonna lie, social media is fake. 

Even real life is fake. 

Sometimes, we never get to know our true selves because we’re constantly performing to fit someone else’s perspective or version of us. 

It’s so sad when you really think about it. Because your life is yours.

Literally no one has walked in your shoes or felt the pain and experiences that shaped you into who you are today.

But somehow, we crumble at the words of people who judge and criticize us.

 And then, we spend our lives behind fake smiles and filters, pretending everything is okay

 ....while slowly losing ourselves and dying inside.

Since when did our lives become about likes, shares, and views?

Everyone’s obsessed with how many likes and views they’ll get on a post.

 People start performing, doing weird things just to get attention and approval. 

Yet, they’ll proudly say “my life, my rules” and act like no one controls them when in reality, it’s all an act for their audience.

And when they do finally gather the courage to be themselves, people cancel them.

 They hate them for it. Because now, they’re no longer the version that always got approved, always loved by society.

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