realized i cared too much about the algorithm and such and the fear of sharing me deepest vulnerabilities just to have tweets or meme page posts with 100k likes break everything i share into “profits off of mental health” that i went back into a shell of protection. by doing that i was protected i was safe, but i stopped offering to the world. i never grew hate for others but i hated myself for not sharing for not continuing to seek out other people who may see the world with the same eyes as me. i know it is not my obligation to share my inner conversations or weakest moments but it is my pleasure. i remember i realized how much i used to smile as a child, i was asked why’d i stop and i said i hate my smile. idk when i learned to hate my smile, but i smile every chance i get now because there’s enough reasons in life to not smile. here’s a few of my thoughts and versions of me i was so embarrassed of for so long but live in me and are who i truly am when im alone.