I catch myself overthinking every word, every reaction, trying to read the invisible rules that everyone else seems to know by instinct. 🤯 And yet, when I pause and look around, I realize maybe I’ve been doing it all wrong… or maybe everyone else has.

It’s exhausting to care so much while others float through life like it’s a casual game. 😅 Sometimes I wonder if wanting deep connection makes me a burden in a world that prizes surface-level charm over actual substance. And I hate thinking like that, because it’s not fair to the people I meet, but how do you stop caring so much when caring feels like the only honest way to live? 💭

Then there’s the double standard I can’t shake off. Why is it that being independent and confident is praised when you’re single, but somehow threatening or “intense” in someone else’s eyes? 😤 Why do I feel like I have to hide parts of myself just to keep people comfortable, when I should be unapologetically me? And the more I think about it, the more I wonder: are relationships truly about compatibility, or are they just an elaborate performance where everyone is trying to look effortless while secretly screaming inside? 🎭

Maybe the real problem isn’t other people—it’s me. Maybe I set my expectations too high, or maybe I demand honesty in a world that thrives on convenience. 😔 But then again, is it wrong to crave something real, something that actually feels like a mutual effort instead of a transaction? Or is wanting that the reason I’m always left holding the emotional bag? 👜

I don’t know. May