Not the kind that ruins lives, but the subtle chaos—the kind that makes your heart race, makes ordinary moments feel… alive.

Not in the shallow “she’s prettier” sense, but in the quiet, sneaky ways we measure worth—how much attention someone gets, how quickly they move through life

Everyone is talking, laughing, living their “perfect moments,” and I just… exist in the space between. I scroll through memories in my head, not on a screen, and wonder if I’m supposed to feel guilty for feeling invisible even when I’m surrounded.

I catch myself making excuses for them, laughing at jokes that aren’t even funny

There are three eggs and a bag of flour. And I stand there, stirring them, and laugh inside. I laugh quietly, absurdly, as if I know it's the only way to survive in this chaos.

Not because I want to stand out, but because the idea of ​​"just living" seems terrifying. As if if I don't do something grand, something unusual, I'll just... be forgotten.

Funny, right? Inside, I'm a storm of emotions, but on the outside, I'm smiling, as if I'm forcing it according to instructions. 😶‍🌫️

Everything seems to be going smoothly—work, meetings, plans—but inside, a feeling of déjà vu creeps in more and more often. It's as if you're living according to a rehearsed script, where every emotion has happened before.

It seems like everything's been lived through, let go, erased by time—but the moment I smell a familiar scent or song, something inside me clicks. It's like someone's opening an old drawer I locked myself.

As if being alone means there's something wrong with you. People immediately look for the reason: "Maybe I'm too demanding," "too withdrawn," "too self-absorbed." Too much. Always too much.

Every day feels like a competition—who can resist showing weakness the longest, who can proclaim louder that "everything is under control.

Sometimes I think there's something strange about expecting warmth from someone who radiates ice.

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A little sweat, a lot of confidence — that’s my favorite kind of glow.

Sunshine, style, and a glass of white wine — the perfect trio for a golden afternoon.

When confidence meets sunshine — every street becomes a runway.

It’s not about being perfect — it’s about showing up for yourself, even when no one’s watching.