Day 83 Ruminating And writing

Torn

I exist here, torn between two worlds. I have let myself be swept into the idea of myself that I never knew to exist. This constant craving for validation, acceptance, with the hollow emptiness that comes with it, is gradually killing me. All the effort I put into being the model of the idea I have in my head is taking me farther away from who I want to be and what I value. Yet, even when I know this, all I can feel is the desire, the yearning, the need. It’s bestowed upon me. I let it n...