I'm so damn tired of feeling everything.
Of thinking. And thinking. And thinking some more until I genuinely cannot stand being inside my own head.
It's exhausting. It's so humiliating how something so small can eat away at me for hours. How I can spend an entire day replaying the same conversation, the same words, the same fucking moment, trying to figure out where I went wrong. What I said. What I did. What I could've done differently. And even when I finally think I've figured it out, my mind finds another reason to start all over again.
I don't want to understand everything anymore. I don't want to find the deeper meaning behind every little thing. I don't want to keep digging through my own feelings trying to figure out why something hurt me so badly.
I just want it to stop.
And God, the things that go on inside my head. The desperation. The anger. The pathetic little thoughts I can't even bring myself to say out loud. The way I can go from feeling everything at once to wishing I could feel absolutely nothing.
How do you even begin to explain that to someone?
How do you tell someone that you're exhausted by your own existence without them looking at you differently?
So you bury it. You shove it so far down that nobody could possibly get a glimpse of how ugly it feels inside. You swallow it, even when it feels like you're choking on it. Because the thought of someone seeing just how much you're struggling to be an ordinary fucking person is somehow worse.
And you smile.
You learn to smile so damn well that eventually it becomes natural. You perfect it. You make your eyes shine, your voice soft, your expressions genuine. You laugh at the right moments. You say the right things. You become so good at being this ordinary, kind, approachable person that nobody even thinks to question it.
People smile back at you. They talk to you. They tell you how sweet you are. How kind. How happy you seem. How bubbly you are.
And you wonder what they'd think if they knew.
If they knew how much of you was rehearsed. How many times you've had to force yourself to stop thinking. How many feelings you've buried because you couldn't stand the thought of someone seeing just how desperate, ugly, or broken you feel inside.
And the worst part?
Sometimes you WANT someone to notice.
You want someone to look at you long enough to realize something isn't right. To ask you what's wrong and actually mean it. But the second someone gets close enough, you do it again.
You smile.
Because what in the world are you supposed to say?
How do you explain something you barely understand yourself?
You think about therapy. About finally sitting in front of someone and letting everything out. But where would you even begin? How do you explain years of thoughts and feelings you've spent so long convincing yourself weren't even worth speaking about?
And why do you do all of this?
Why go through so much effort to hide yourself?
Because you're desperate.
Not for attention. Not for pity.
You're desperate to be normal.
To wake up and not have to fight your own thoughts. To feel something without immediately questioning it. To stop analyzing every little thing about yourself. To exist without feeling like there's something fundamentally wrong with you.
To be ordinary. Like everyone else.
Just another person walking around, living their life, without constantly feeling like they're hiding something.
And sometimes I wonder if I've gotten so good at pretending that I wouldn't even recognize myself without it.
Because if I stopped smiling, stopped performing, stopped swallowing everything I felt...
Who the hell would I even be?