It’s strange how much energy I spend performing normalcy. 😶‍🌫️ Smiling when I don’t want to, pretending I’m fine with casual conversations that bore me, nodding along as if the world makes sense. Meanwhile, I crave intensity in small doses—deep talks about things that matter, or even just a single look that says, “I see you.” Why does that feel so rare?

I catch myself imagining scenarios where I could break the mold, do something reckless, something that would make people stop and notice. ⚡ But then I hesitate. Maybe it’s fear. Or maybe it’s a quiet rebellion: a refusal to be consumed by anyone else’s expectations.

And yet… I can’t escape the question that lingers at the edge of everything: am I avoiding connection, or am I just too aware of how fleeting it can be? 🌫️ Every encounter feels temporary, and maybe that’s why I hold onto moments in my head, letting them grow bigger than they ever were in reality.

Is it better to burn brightly in isolation, or to dim yourself so you can exist in someone else’s light? 🔥💔