Sometimes I can't help but feel that I'm living double lives. The other filled with doubts, questioning every single move, seeking answers, proving that the suspicions are true, finding what's real behind the facade of well-crafted words. The other living in faith, eyes closed, threading to the water of unknown depths, hurting and accepting, dismissing all the small and big rocks being thrown, moving despite being weak--without the permission to be weak.
Sometimes it gets exhausting.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
Sometimes I just want a breather, to relax, to chill out.
And well, idk really.
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