A million eyes are watching me.
How do you separate yourself from who you want to be and who you are?
“I have accepted I don’t know is a better answer than I know.”
Insecure and helpless wrestling within ourselves to become ourselves while conforming to who someone else wants us to be.
It’s split me.
You are two people, three people, four people.
How many people will we become before we become the right one?