I catch myself thinking about all the tiny moments that could have been “bigger.” 😶‍🌫️ A casual conversation that lingered too long in my mind, a compliment that felt like a secret promise. And then I feel guilty—like maybe I’m taking emotions too seriously, overthinking what others consider trivial.

Do people ever get tired of intensity? 🌀 Because sometimes I do. Sometimes I want to be casual, to float without the weight of caring so much. But then my mind betrays me—I replay gestures, words, scents, everything—like a record stuck on the same track. And I realize… intensity is the only rhythm I know.

I wonder if this makes me harder to love, or just more real. 💥 I like to believe it’s the latter, but there’s that nagging thought: maybe “too much” is just a warning sign to everyone else, a flashing light I can’t turn off.

And yet, I wouldn’t trade it. The highs, the lows, the obsession with tiny details—this is me. 🌙 The girl who feels like fire and shadow, who loves fully and recklessly, even if no one else notices.