You’re not two-faced. You’re human.
Monday morning. Same mouth, different words. Measured, polished, choosing every sentence like you’re defusing a f*cking bomb. You laugh at a joke that isn’t funny because the person telling it...
No recycled self-help or toxic-positivity bullsh*t. Just raw takes on psychology, philosophy and the chaos of being human.
Monday morning. Same mouth, different words. Measured, polished, choosing every sentence like you’re defusing a f*cking bomb. You laugh at a joke that isn’t funny because the person telling it...
Two scenes. No swearing in one, plenty in the other. Which one makes you uncomfortable?
We look outward. We compare what they have with what we lack. We scroll through curated lives and measure ourselves against masks that were designed to make us feel incomplete....