Every time I'm not reading, I'm thinking about reading.
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Because I was a people pleaser. I would do anything: bend, shrink, break myself — just so they would like me. Just so I could fit the shape they wanted. I told myself it was only temporary, just a mask I’d take off when I felt safe enough. But the years passed. And somewhere along the way, I forgot how my real face looks. I’m not even sure it’s there anymore. The mask didn’t just cover me; it replaced me.
Solitude has its shadows. It makes my flaws stand out — the envy, the pettiness, the selfish thoughts I never voice. But it also reveals the quiet good in me — the kindness that asks for no applause.
Stop waiting for the world to validate you. Stop performing for a crowd that isn’t watching. Let yourself laugh too loud. Wear what you like. Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes. Choose yourself, even if no one else does. Live for yourself. Because at the end of it all, when the curtain falls and the seats are empty — it’s just you. So live for yourself. You only have you.