Life is a surreal dream
To scared to exist
I wonder if our tormented desire to please others stems from childhood trauma or from the fact that we weren't taught to give ourselves love, and we're in a perpetual search for external light?
We're so afraid of losing love that we're forced to constantly mimic, adapt, remain silent when we should speak, and say what hurts us from within.
I wonder if it's possible to be loved just like that?
Ai photo, 2026