And yet, when I stop, I feel guilty for not trying hard enough. Why is caring so easily mistaken for weakness?

I watch people float through connections like it’s nothing, like their hearts are made of helium. 🎈Meanwhile, I’m over here spiraling into overanalysis, replaying conversations I can’t change, imagining every possible “what if.” It’s exhausting. And the irony? I secretly admire that kind of lightness—but would I even recognize it if it was real, or would I just suspect it’s a trick? 🤔

Sometimes I wonder if being emotional is a curse or a superpower. 🔥 I notice everything, feel everything, and yet… it rarely feels appreciated. There’s a part of me that thinks maybe this is why I’m single: not because I’m unlucky, but because I’m too much. Too intense, too honest, too… present. And maybe the world isn’t ready for someone who brings their whole self inst

But then I feel a spark of defiance. 💥 If being too much is my problem, maybe being “enough” is overrated anyway. Maybe it’s time to stop apologizing for feeling, for caring, for overthinking, for being human. Maybe it’s time to embrace the chaos inside me, and ask the question no one else seems brave enough to ask: why should I ever shrink to fit som

And the truth is, I don’t have an answer. Maybe I never will. But isn’t that what