If I Just Stopped
And it's another performance. I sat there in the cafeteria, listening to Inez go on and on about Mr. Henderson's epic fall. I should've been laughing too, right? I mean, it was pretty funny. But all I could think about was how fake it all feels. People smile at me in the hallways, want to sit with me at lunch, and even ask for my advice. But as I walked away, that familiar emptiness settled in. It's like I'm playing a role, constantly adjusting my mask to fit the ever-changing demands of the social scene. I'm tired of pretending. Tired of chasing this elusive "cool girl" image that seems to define everyone around me. The real me is terrified. Terrified of failing, disappointing everyone, and not being enough. Terrified of what happens if I actually let myself be me. We're all so busy trying to be something we're not that we're missing out on actually being ourselves. Maybe it's time to ditch the script. Maybe I can actually en...