sometimes i wonder if the version of me that exists in someone else's head is better than the real thing. like maybe they think i have my life together. maybe they don't know i'm just winging it every single day and hoping no one notices
sometimes i wonder if the version of me that exists in someone else's head is better than the real thing. like maybe they think i have my life together. maybe they don't know i'm just winging it every single day and hoping no one notices