It’s exhausting trying to look like I have it all together while silently questioning every choice I make. 💭

I watch couples around me and I feel… conflicted. Part of me envies them, sure, but another part wonders if they’re really happy or just performing happiness for everyone else. 🎭 It’s crazy how appearances can be so convincing. I catch myself thinking, maybe I should just do the same, but then I realize I’d hate myself for it. And yet, here I am, comparing, analyzing, judging, even as I tell myself not to.

Sometimes I wonder if being single is like being invisible. Not because no one sees me, but because my life, my feelings, my victories—they’re quietly happening without fanfare. 🌸 And isn’t it weird that the world celebrates big, dramatic displays of love, while the quiet, steady ones are almost criminally underrated?

I think the real issue is expectation. I expect honesty, depth, and effort, but I rarely see it mirrored back. And the more I expect, the more I notice the gaps, the half-hearted gestures, the casual indifference. 😔 It makes me question whether love is really about connection—or just a performance people keep up until it’s convenient to drop.

But then I catch myself smiling at the thought that maybe I’m not broken. Maybe I just see more clearly, feel more deeply, and refuse to settle for mediocrity. 💫 And I ask myself: is that a curse, or the only way to survive without losing myself in someone else’s illusion? 🤷‍♀️