Lately it feels like there’s an ongoing competition between who I am, who I want to be, and the version of me that exists in other people’s heads.
The internal monologues are devolving into shouting matches.
Lately it feels like there’s an ongoing competition between who I am, who I want to be, and the version of me that exists in other people’s heads.
The internal monologues are devolving into shouting matches.